I

I am the prince of imperfection.

I am the villain of my own story.

The title of it Hopeless Needing Correction.

I am the here I am the now.

I am the one who tries to help others when I am not able to solve my own problems having no idea where to start.

No idea how...

I am the answer the last cell that goes into my own heart that is the trigger for my own cancer.

I am the pain that rest inside of your nightmares and dreams.

That says life is not a game, but it is often strange.

I am the one who gets his heart broken more times in a day than phone calls are made in a house.

As no one no longer calls for me.

I no longer know my name.

I am depression.

I am my best kept secret.

I am a walking confession.

I am the vision the dream that the opposite sex say they desire, but never get as I am a thought that lays in ones mind and never again is thought of.

It fails to be brought back up again never am I mentioned.

I am willing to bleed.

I am willing to die.

I am ready to fight.

I live for the truth.

I speak what I feel in all honesty in this world that is pure perfection.

I realize that those who walk upon it most of them make it a lie.

I am the one that is going to walk away from love and never look back,

I am tired of waiting.

Think of me no more.

I am the one who has ran his course.

I am evolution that has changed not for the best, but for the worse.

I scream not murder she wrote, but murder I often think.

I am the guy that knows what I want.

I am the guy who sees his life ahead his dreams when I go to bed as I was always missing that missing link.

I am no longer hearing the words that leaves me right here waiting.

I wait for you know more.

You are no enemy of mine

I am my own enemy,

You are not beautiful to me.

You are no s**t...

You are no w***e.

You are just a memory that has no need to be memorized.

I am the guy who is telling you now as you are reading this there is a heart that is cracking.

There are tears coming out of these eyes.

I am the guy who has thought of death and skipped death as I am happy cause it feels like I have nine lives.

I am on number nine...

I feel there is no more chances....

I am that guy who will do what I feel...

Walk this path into the darkness with my feet in the sand.

Hoping along the way I will find someone who understands.

Someone who gives a damn.

To love me for who I was...

For who I am going to be.

For who I am...

I am tired of talking to the ghost...

The voices..

The demons leaving me with only one option two choices.

Live for today.

Die now..

Grip my vices.

I am out of energy..

I am out of emotion.

I am out of breath.

I am no longer choking.

I am not living.

At least not in this world.

I am in it for those who are in it with me.

Which means somewhere out there is a we.

Set me free, but no one else can do it since the main thing I always hear is bye.

Let me out of my shackles let me fly...

No one can do all of this for me.

Well no one except I....

I hope that they can treat you....

I hope he can treat you...

I hope that this life can treat you better than I..........

“ I would burn every poem... Every word I have ever written I would set up in flames to find true love. Just to be able to come home to true love from “her” who I don't have. Just to be able to say she loves me she knows my name”

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Author's Note

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