onxy88's Poetry

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry to do this to you,
I'm sorry I have to make you feel pain.
I'm sorry I lied to you,
To end it this way.

I'm sorry I lied to you,
I know I screwed up.
I know I never should have become,
Who I made up.

I'm sorry I lied to you.
I'm sorry I couldn't trust you.
But I just had to,
Redeam myself.

Woundering

[V1] I sit in class,
and wonder why,
why on the world,
am I still alive?
I breath and blink,
and eat and sleep.
Wach as this world goes by.

[CH] I sleep through the day, and wach at night. wonder why am I still alive. *I stare at the knife, I stare at the pill*(2nd time: I stare at the gun, I stare at the beer.) Why oh why wont my trears just *spill* (2nd time: still)

[V2] I go to home,
I go to work,
and wonder why my life is a jerk.
I hate people,
people hate me.
but to me this is just,
just a funny dream.

[CH]

[BR] I see my flag,
I saulet my flag.
Fight for my country.
So they can all live.
Unlike meeeeee.

[TAG] I see you there, and wonder why.
I see you here, and start to cry.
I love you, I hate you.
Baby I can't live,
Without.......
You.

Dreams

I can't get you off my mind.
Your all I think about now.
But I don't know if I can
find, the feeling inside.

Your a really good guy.
Almost nothing wourng.
Everybody has their flaws.
I know I sure do.

All you have to do is ask.
Yea, Give me time to think,
But in the end I know the
ansewer.

Any money you'll be in my dreams.
Oh Well
Who cares if I whisper,
your name in my sleep.
Then it should prove to myself.
I love you.

Needle and Thread

Needle and Thread,
wind around my head.
Suffacating me,
intoxicating me.
Makes me bleed,
here my screams.
Pull the string tight,
so I wont make the night.
Heat the needle,
in the fire.
Let it cool.
Let it harden.
Dip it in poison,
then pirce my skin.
Let it spread,
here me weep.
For my family,
For my freinds,
For the guy I never loved,
For the dead one next to me.
You skinned him alive,
in front of my eyes.
Took his liver,
and fead it to your dogs.
How do I know your next move?
The poison puts my mind in a fog.
I can not see,
you in front of me.
I can not hear you laugh,
as I scream.
I see the light,
and like a deer I stare.
I never knew,
that you put me in front of a train.
Never knew about that,
Needle and Thread.

Odd-One-Out

Blood, sweat, tears and screams,
oh how I hate nights like these.

Filled with pain.
Filled with hurt.
People all around me feeling like dirt on the ground.

How I feel like the odd-one-out.
How I feel so mature and old.
Immature, imbosels surround me.
Don't have clue,
What's real,
And what's fake.

I Don't Belong Here.

You try, and I respect that.
But it will NeVeR be the same.
We used to have something,
But that dissapered when I "MeSsEd" up.
I don't belong here.
Stuck in a cage.
I NeEd to be Free.
Be who I want to Be.
Be,
Me.

Crazzy Red

I'm going crazzy.
I can't control myself.
I just can't stop the bloodflow.
Ohh how I love fire.
You see the marks on my arms,
The affects of crazzieness.
I just can't help myself,

I love the color RED.

Roses are Red

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You actually thought
I would cry over you?
I told you I loved you,
And you thought it was true.
But guess what player,
You got played too.

Again

If when you wake up in the morning,
and the hurting is so great.
You don't want to get out of bed,
and face a world of hate.

If everything in your life goes wourng,
and nothing you do seems right.
You just try a little harder,
and soon you'll see the light.

For every person who has put you down,
and filled your life with pain.
You must strive to achieve greatness,
and show them you can win.

For evey dissapointment,
for the times yo uare let down.
There will be a better moment,
and your life will turn around.

Because everyone feels heartach,
and everyone feels pain.
But only those who have true courage,
can get up and try again.


-Teal Henderson

To Be...

To be, or to not to be.
What does that mean?
To you? to me.
To live, or to be deceased.

To be loved,
to be hated.
To be happy,
to be sad.

To be loved, can be sadning.
To be hated, can be nothing.
To be happy, is just a feeling.
To be sad, is more then a tear.

To be, or to not to be.
What does that mean?
To you? To me.
To live, or to be deceased.

Does it matter?