danaraw

I bare my soul for those who seek and give my heart to she who keeps lovelorn lost and fornever found my thought kept safe and always bound the sands of time have always been cruel and my journey to this point bereft of joy but sleepless nights and daunting days my commitment to oneself has never swayed many times beaten,seldom won but the suffering i hold,i hold dear living mortally,yet forever worn yet growing older,that i fear trial and error, sieze the day so ill write these tales as these words write me

I was born fast asleep, innocent and pure and yet here I lay, unable to sleep a dreamer forsaken by the dreams he seeks out casted by the fates that allow happiness I create and dream within the waking world cursed with no skill but a way with my words yet at war with my will, inner demons clash stumbling in the dark, watching my dreams crash when I'll rise I never know, I take each day blow by blow my dreams are uphill battles my promises, I keep unkept I distract myself with a puppet made of hope and wear my mask to hide my doubt a large smile put on for all to see a thin veil of sadness to seep through the cracks I've made so many mistakes

I should never forgiven you That was my fault I was blinded by sadness Riddled by regret Did I do what was right By standing idly by I was the one hurt But it was all about you And now I can't feel And now I can't trust Does that fall on me No not me,you You did what you did Did I not satisfy, Was I not good enough Why does the blame, Lie with me and now I can't trust Now I can't feel

I am loved for what I do, I am loved for what I give I am made by friendship That is the absolute My friends make me Who I am Without them? Where would I be I expelled my husk And open myself I redeem myself through them And improve on their whim Friends Keep me going Through rockbottom I live for them And love for them So this a ballad,a poem From a humble bard Thanking those l,those I trust You keep me going

What happened to My sister The one that never came What happened to the sister The one I never met I'm getting a baby sister We will get along just fine We will grow up together And keep each other in line I was going to be brother To my mother's baby girl But that day never arrived And the sister never Came There is no god, How could there be If my sister was born to die I never got to meet her,never heard her cry The only cry I heard Was my mother's Infinite sorrow The days were dark And there seemed like no tomorrow I lost my baby sister, Would things of turned out just fine How would she feel right now To see her brother cry.... I n

how can i cry for help when i don't know what to say people will rush to help but get hurt on the way how can i ask for help when things never go my way i just stand by idly, molding my life of clay how do i wish for help when every star is dead gone from the universe just like me in time when will i ask for help and put my miseries aside this is one conundrum i always let slide will i ask for help will i....wont i?

we are the Sad-sacks we are the badly broken we voice ourselves often but remain always unheard but we are stronger our tears and fears make us stronger we stand out proud, against your whim we are down, deep in the dirt but we will rise and fight nothing will defeat us we are the sad-sacks and these are our words they are words of sadness love and betrayal they are truths, experienced through life the little things that make us frown and the big things that make us stronger we are the sad-sacks, fighting back we are the sad-sacks, standing tall

You stole my heart and snapped it in two you ruined my love, and dirtied my soul this is now something i can never give again do you even understand,what it is you did and now im nothing more than used goods i am a second hand person, a hand me down i pity the next person, the one that wants me for i can not give them,that which you stole i am used and abused, but mostly confused i don't hate what you did, cant ask for it back my heart and my soul, were mine to keep but they will always be yours i cant get them back i will always love you, and always care for you no matter the hate or sadness you carry when you remember our days, i will al

This is not a poem, this is a cry for help im dying from loneliness and leaving this world behind i don't know how much more i can take my sorrows cant keep up with the tears i see no way out, no brighter tomorrow all i see is shit,disaster and despair How much sadness can one boy handle im but a vessel, of self hatred and loathing i am done, but life not finished with me yet i keep living, no goal no purpose im full of shit and even i know it, so ignore my screaming plea's because im fine....honestly im fine

starting think starting to ponder if this life is a curse then what is the cure im allergic to happiness to laughter and to joy its choking me slowly i cant even stomach this affliction,so recent darkens my every day for hours i lay in the same messy bed nowhere to run no one to turn my hope has passed on by as i lay here and cry, the other side of my bed is empty and dark where once lay hope and love now lay sadness and self-loathing