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Okay. So I White I'm onna be explaining what the poems are about. This one Is about a dude who is suicidal because he is like broken hearted or some thing and he thinks if he drives far enough away it will stop, but it doesn't so yeah. Get it now?


~Your Final Day~


When We Fell,
You Could Tell,
This Was Your Final Day.
What Noone Would Dare Say.

You Took The Car,
Out So Far,
To Try To Escape The Pain,
The Pain Was Worse Than Splitting A Vein.

You Wanted So Bad For It To Mend,
But You Knew The Pain Would Never End.
Finally You Escaped The Rain,
But, You Could Never Escape The Pain.

The Knife In Your Pocket,
Was As Cold As Her Locket.
You Stopped The Car, Took It Out,
And Slit Your Throught With It No Doubt.


This One Is about A person that I don't think any of you know but he screwed up my life and now I have to fix it, yet I still hope he's okay.


~The Correction~


I Hope that you are okay,
Maybe I'll See you again some day,
However, I should hope not.
Throughout my life, you are only a dot.

You brought my life down,
You spun me around,
You put me in the wrong direction,
Now I must make the correction.

And I will no matter how long it takes,
Because in this world there are plenty of fakes,
And I do believe you were one.
So with you, I am done.

I will forget,
It will not be a regret.
But, I will regret that i met you.
Because now look at what I have to do.

So to you if you can read this,
I will admit that you I miss,
But, I hope it is not the same for you.
Get on with life and do what you must do.


Now, This one is about a dude, who I really hope doesn't read any of these, but He's causing me so much pain and it only stops for like 2 seconds when i see that I have a message from him, And I really want to stop talking to him, but I just can't.


~Last Message~


Why do I Feel like This?
A Feeling I will not miss.
In My Chest, a Searing Pain.
From this, what will I Gain?

Why Can't it just Go Away?
But it Comes back each Day.
All I Know is You are the Cause,
Yet, What can I Do to Make it Pause?

Can The Only Pause be That?
Such a Simple Way to make it lapse.
Only some Times it Causes more Pain.
When Will it just be Slain?

I Want it to Stop.
I Want it to End.
I Don't want to feel this way any longer.
So this Last Message, I Shall Send.


This Poem Is about a dude, who I keep having dreams about, but He's not the same in my dreams as he is in real life and I just Want to see him For How He Really Is.


~Fake Picture~


I Have this Dream Every Night,
There You are, Sheilded from the Light.
When Will this Image of You Fade?
This Fake Picture of You I've Made.

You're Always in my Head.
Just like a Weight Made of Lead.
The Poision Spreading through,
The Feeling isn't Very New.

Eventually My Feelings Will Numb,
That Ends Up Happening to Some.
Hopefully I Will Not Just Pass Away,
I Want To See You Just One More Day.


This, Should Be Really Obvious. It's About A Dude Who I Like, But I Don't Want To Like.


~I Don't Want To Like You~


I Don't Want To Like You,
I Just Do.
I Don't Want To Hate You,
But, I Do Too.

A Strange Feeling That Is Killing Me.
A Mixed Feeling That I Can't See.
I Only Wish That You Would Like Me.
And They All Say That Love Is Free...

Throughout My Body So Much Pain,
All Wraped Around Me Like a Chain.
Yet, People Think My Lifes All So Plain.
On My Life, Just One Giant Stain.

So For Now I Must Go,
Even Before I've Said Hello.
But Yet To You I Owe...
How I Feel, You Must Know.


This Is A Long Poem, and I think You can figure it out. But if you can't, its about a person who's boyfriend is suposed to arive on a plane but hasnt yet and they are worried. I tried using irony, but now it sounds stupid.


~The Day~


I Simply Stood Alone In The Rain,
So That You Could Not Tell My Tears Would Stain,
It Had Been An Hour,
How Much Longer Would I Stand In This Shower?

Why Aren't You Here?
Could You Have Been Struck Like A Deer?
Perhaps The Plane Did Not Soar?
Or, Could You Be No More?

No, I Would Not Think Of That.
So, On The Wooden Bench I Sat.
I Repeated The Question In My Head,
And Just Wished The Answer Would Not Be That You Are Dead.

Would It Be That You Just Don't Love Me?
Oh, Please Don't Let It Be.
Its Only Been A Week,
Yet Your Arms Are What I Seek.

This Has Been The Worst Week Of My Life.
Thankfully Your Calls Have Stopped Me From Using A Knife.
Please, Oh, Please Hurry.
2 Hours And It's Passed In A Flurry.

My Face Has Gone Numb From The Rain,
And My Heart Has Gone Numb From The Pain.
He Is Okay, Right?
I Hope So With All My Might.

5 Hours Have Passed.
Then, Finally Some Thing At last.
A Man Walking Towards Me.
My Heart Sped Up You See.

Untill I Realized, It Was Not My Love.
My Heart Sank Like An Injured Dove.
However He Did Continue Over To The Bench.
Close Enough To Smell His Stench.

The Man Opened His Mouth To Say,
"What Is A Lady Like You Doing Out Here In The Rain On A Sunday?"
But Then My Heart Froze.
"Sunday?" I Spoke As I Rose.

The Expression On The Man's Face Explained Mine.
Then, I Realized Everything Was Fine.
I Took Out My Phone, Looked At The Screen,
So Easily To Be Seen.

One New Message From The One,
"I Miss You So Much Hun,
So I'm Happy Tomorow Is So Soon,
I Shall See You Right At Noon."

The Stranger Saw My Story In My Smile,
Wished Me Good Bye With Style,
And Walked Away.
I Felt So Stupid, It Was Sunday Today.

He Was To Arive On Monday, Which I'm Sure You've Figured Out.
And To Believe That I Held Doubt.
Tomorow I Will See,
That He Still Loves Me.



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