Poetry by Marco

I’d like to die today,
Or at least I think I do.
The words are somewhat true,
or at least they seem profound.
I’d like to make it better,
But the scaffolding and pain,
Just gets re-arranged,
And life ain’t gonna turn around.
I think I care for those
That I can’t seem to touch.
I think I’ll never have that crutch,
On which I wish that I could lean.
I’d hate to let you down,
Against all of my best wishes.
The sink is full of dirty dishes,
And they ain’t ever getting cleaned.
So my last request before I leave
Remember me for what I was
Not what I am
The happy man
Not the one who killed that man
The one with the smiling face
And gentle hand
Please don’t be mad…

Lie all day in bed,
Wish I was dead.
As long as I’m not here,
I could be anywhere.
Emotions decayed,
Wish that they stayed.
They’ve all gone away,
Perusing better days.
Breathing will stop,
Heart rate will drop,
Confusion sets in,
Cleanse my sin.
Time took its toll,
Feeling grow old.
I’ve had time to pretend,
But my heart cannot mend.

This is the story of my friend,
I’ve known him since we were young.
There was no separation,
I can tell he had his fun.
He’s more comforting then any one,
Can’t picture me without.
An if he’s not there with me,
My heart begins to doubt.
Sometimes what he does scares me,
Sometimes I get ashamed
But he’s been here for my whole life,
And for him I’ll do the same.
Some say he’s a bad influence,
He showed me his new friends,
Like the razors and the rubber bands,
Almost lead me to the end.
My friends say I don’t need him,
But they don’t know him like me.
I know I need to leave him,
I guess we’ll wait and see.
But he’s always oh so comforting,
And makes me want to cry.
I have a friend named sadness,
And I just can’t say goodbye.

That’s actually better then my main blog. I actually really like my last one. More then I usually do. I’ll try and keep the poems coming at this rate with one everyday. I’m open to all constructive criticism as well so I can get better!!! Thank you so much guys!!!

Wake up

Hit snooze

Go to sleep

Wake up

Get out of bed

Go to bathroom

Take shower

Dry

Brush Teeth

Get Dressed

Eat Breakfast

Put on bracelet

put on another

another

another

another

that’s good

Take pills

put on smile

Walk to bus stop

Make bus

Get off bus

go to school

talk

Get an A

Pills wear off

People notice

Take another

Eat Lunch

Get a B

Fall asleep in class

wake up

go to practice

go home

take off jacket

take off bracelets

take off smile

Go to your bed

think

try to stop thinking

over-think

cry

Try to stop crying

cry anyway

cry

cry

cry

cry

cry

cry

Get urges

try and fight urges

urges win

cut

cut more

cut again

and again

cry

wash off blood

take a shower

look in the mirror

cry

put on bracelets

eat dinner

watch tv

go to bed

cry

close eyes

sleep

pray you don’t wake up in the morning

Cogs in my head have rusted
From the tears that I have shed
Haven’t functioned right in so long
That I might as well be dead
When I’m awake I’m half asleep
When I’m asleep, my life dismissed
Trying simply doesn’t cut it
So instead let’s try the wrist
To put it simply I like sleep
You’re not dead yet don’t exist
Yet in my heart I know if I was
I surely would not be missed
I hate the face in the mirror
It makes me want to cry
That ugly, sick, child
Would be better if he died
I wake up eyes all glossy
Unable to awake
At least in my dreams I’m happy
Not sad, lonely, fake.
And now everyone is worried
But don’t act like that you care
If something tragic never happened
You wouldn’t even be here.

I bought a bouquet of roses,
Because no one would buy them for me.
I told myself I love you,
Not as a statement but as a plea.
I cut myself with the roses,
which explains why they’re so red.
Maybe if I bleed out,
it will kill the thoughts in my head.
My thoughts will die with my dreams,
Which have long been laid to rest.
With my happiness, and ambition,
my love for life all repossessed.
I know this is my fault,
and life’s been more then fair.
But when my eyes open in the morning,
I wake up into my own nightmare.
I beg God for a way,
For time to pass me slow.
But my thoughts grab my hand and takes me,
to places I don’t want to go.
And whether it was meant to be,
or if it was just my luck.
It doesn’t really matter now.
No one seems to give a fuck.