Alot of little poems..

I write to try to make it all alright.
To bring dark to the light
I lie .
To you, to myself.
Everything is not what it seems.
Inside, my broken heart bleeds.

No longer can I pretend.
that your not my anything.

the super to my hero..
the light to my dark tunnel..
the love to my heart
the band aid to my pain..
the relief to my strain..
your my everything.

I am an empty shell
that's why i constantly raise hell
for i don't want to be used again
lies, pain, heartache..

I will never be the same
please, don't take advantage
don't, waste this.. or take it in vain..

never again,
will i love-anyone
if you leave..
it'll be the end of me..

don't get me wrong.
Ill never let this go.
I can no longer find the words..
that no other man is good enough, in my eyes..
hell,I barely suffice..
one, day.. ill take my own advice..
and, be good enough..
maybe.

If you tell me I am.
maybe ill understand.
if you hold my hand
i can be the man
you want
tough.
life is..
with the thought of you not being in it

I mope around
without a sound
no smile
for miles around
'cause of my own sick
twisted mind. and thoughts it
makes me think
that you would leave me.
for him
Him providing all the smiles
that I could not, all the mudd.. the miles..
the time you spend alone..
drive me crazy.. enough to drive me to stare at the phone
so you can tell me im not alone anymore..
cause, you are home..