Quirk

In eighteen years, I've touched so many lives.
Seen so many things, tears sting my eyes.
When I 've made friends, and lost others.
Been ripped from mates, I'd call brothers.
Lost family in the process, some before their time.
And can't even express my feelings in these rhymes.
Some relationships, ended in a flash.
Some took time, some I know'll last.
But time lost, can never come back.
A waste of nine months, missery from that.
Happiness today, I find hard to see.
When people seem, to discard me.
Without a second thought, without a second glance.
Again and again, I gave you a chance.
How foolish I am, to walk to your arm.
Knowing all will come, is more harm.
When I've walked away, people called me back.
Think I might ease it, fade my life to black.
Takle the breath from my lungs and the spark from my soul.
Through myself happily, in a six foot hole.
People say, they can't live without me.
Just dump that one my shoulders, and I will smile proudly.
When I stand up, with the weight still there.
And carry on walking, without a care.
I should be flattered, I mean so much.
But then I'm thrown aside, without even such.
As an explination, a reason for this time.
Every second we spent together, must've been a lie.
You can live well, without me there at all.
Finally from the weight, I give in and fall.
Buried in a mess, of every memory.
Wounded but not killed, now you're my enemy.
Bitterness flows like river in me.
So I break my skin, in search of some relief.
Every echo of your voice, is a taunt and a pain.
If only there weren't in my heart but my brain.
For from there I could remove them, but on my heart they seem to stay.
Untill a time, someone takes your place.
And new feelings come forth, and shatter that of you I have left.
And I feel joy instead of pain inside my chest.
Again I see the trend, in everything I write.
A wounded heart, a whimp, something I despise.
So I'm of to bed, at least there I can see.
And remeber everything, that once made me, me.
-H