Falling

     F                F              F      hopelessly    F      apart.       
A                A                A                            A

      L                 L                 L                            L

           L                 L                 L                            L

               I                  I                   I                             I

                     N                 N                 N                           N

                            G                  G                 G                           G

Tripping over my words when i have to say goodbye. Look around, everything is not as it seems.  Im, not happy, I am alone. I am not fearless, I am   

 F          F          A

    A          A          P

        L          L          A

            L          L          R

                I           I           T

                   N          N          .

              G          G

Broken Hearted

My Heart has died.... 

It has been dead for a while now, but no one has noticed. 

It has been broken and smashed into a million tiny pieces 

that I will never be able to put back together again. 

I will never again be completely whole again. 

My heart will never be restored to life.

No Escape

Escape, there is no escape. Not from the pain, not from the problems, not from the tears. There is no release, no possible escape from these heavy burdens of mine. There is no sign of it ever coming to an end, none what-so-ever. They just keep putting the weight of the world on my fragile shoulders over and over again. And I always fall down, but they just keep pilling it on. one of these days I will fall down and I wont be able to get back up. Escape there is No Escape.

Raindrops and Roses

Raindrops and Roses are my life. Raindrops and Roses are the very essence of me. whenever you see  Raindrops, you are watching  my silent tears that seem to fall endlessly from my eyes that have yet to run dry. Roses are what i am on the outside. they are not the real me. Roses are beautiful, strong, confident, the true essence of romance. Me, well I am not. I am not strong I falter under the tiniest things. I am not confident at all and I've never even been kissed. Raindrops are me, plain and simple. and I've come to accept that simple fact. But secretly I wish that I  was a Rose, and if anyone asks, I love being the Rain. but if you, yes you the one reading this poem, ever see me please I have one request to ask of you. help me, please.