Don't wanna seeyou hurt, don't wanna see you suffer
Oh God, why can't I love her?
Why just friends?
Why am I always the one who bends too log
till I break
In God's sake...name...
How does that saying go?
Oh Damnit
I hate this part of my life, the hurt and the strife
What words can you say to the one you loved?
When you don't mean a damned thing anymore?




How could I do this?
But how could I not?
When it's obvous
The feelings have stopped
So here i sit in the rain
Writing of my hurt from your pain
My stone cold eyes as I walk out your door
For the last time
And twenty feet later as I start to bawl
my fingers wrapped around the the tags you'd given back
Almost as if a gift for a job well done
But sometimes a job well done isn't a good job at all


How could whats right feel so wrong?
God, I hope this feeling doesn't last long
I wish cruel deeds could be done without pain
or that my slate could be cleaned by the rain.
Sometimes the gift of life is more like a trap
Well planned and well laid and waiting to snap
But not a soul can see it
And no one expects it
But, I guess that's when you're going to get it?


I write poems and words to get out my soul
But then they have no where to go
But I only write one-liners,
Not show-stoppers and chart-toppers
It's trapped on this paper that I'll probably lose
Why do I write it?
This isn't art, not therapy
Just a tangible memory
of the hurt and regret and guilt that I feel
Can happiness ever be real?
I had a good thing,
Why'd I throw it away?
Why couldn't I last just one more day
Or a week or a month or more?


I'M SO TANGLED UP
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND i'M TIRED OF WRITING AND
I'M TIRED OF YOU RUNNING THROUGH
MY HEAD ALL DAY LONG AND OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT
AND DAMMIT I'M DONE

Final words