The Poets Hideway

Just something I worte. Inspired by some stuff. Just like most if the stuff I write about. ~~~~ Gotta Tell Her About It Now listen here boy.  Love ain't no easy game.  I've heard some things about you. And I gotta to say. You don't what you seem to be doing. You got get your heart open to the world. You got to find yourself.  You got to tell her about the way you feel. You can't just let it be all inside. You gotta tell her about it. Just don't leave her hanging in the air. You gotta tell her about it. Just don't leave her hanging for more. Your feels matters as much as her's. Your time matters as much as here's. Your if your the one for her you gotta compromise.  You gotta tell the time when to speak your mind. If there's a problem.  You gotta speak up. You gotta not just stand there.  You gotta put yourself on your feet. And your mind is your own.  But don't let it her go, 'cause your foolish ways. You gotta take a step of courage.  Don...

 I'm just gonna get straight to the writing.  ~~~ I Used to Think Our days together,  Just fall apart at the seems. I wanted to be with you.  I wanted to be in heaven with you.  To be above the clouds, oh so high.  The ghost of suffering  Takes it's claws,  And takes me away.  Away from you.  I feel it pulling me down.  Into the void.  I used to think. It was an easy ride. I used to think. Everything will be fine. I used to think.  I used to think. It will be alright.  But it wasn't alright. I take the hands of depression. I take the hands of dispare. I take the hands of surffering. I take the hands of darkness. I take the hands of the void. I take the hands of that ghost hands me. I'm blindly consumed. I'm blindly consumed. By the darkness. By the void.  I can't see anything. I can't see anything at all. I'm blinded by heavy foggy darkness. I blindly walk through. Never knowing where I'm going. I used to think....

 In a Discord VC. Someone tells story a told. A heavy heart. A heavy burden is bared. And the story will be told here. ~~~~ Heavy Heart and Burden I hold a heavy heart. I hold a heavy burden. I hold a sinful past. I hold a painful past. The pain that I feel. Kept inside. The anger that I feel. Kept inside. I never been this open. Never been this vulnerable. Wanted to hide it from the world. But it all has to come out at some point. The monsters that pulges me. Pulges my heart. Pulges my soul. Pulges me all inside of me. Cancer and death.  Bullying and fights. Fills my heart. With unbearable burden. And I'm dreaming of freedom. And I'm dreaming of freedom. And one, "Are you okay?" And I'm crying waterfalls. And I'm going and I'm going. And I'm running and running. I don't want to feel this pain. I don't want to feel this pain anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Anymore. God help me. God help me. God help me. God help me. These emotions run deep into the ...

 This one. Well, definitely came from an interesting place. A dark place. A depressing place. But as a writer, I must write stuff like that. 'Cause that's what makes us human. Me and you, the one reading this. Anyways. Oh to the content. ~~~~ Afraid The devil takes hold of his mind. He's suffering from a heavy burden. His mind filled with thoughts that disturb the silence. He walks the path of dispare. And he's afraid.  Afraid of what he'll become. Afraid of what he'll do. Afraid of the helping hand. Afraid of himself.  He comes undone. The sands of sanity falls from his hands. The poison rains fall on him. The tainted blood on his hands.  It scares him away from the crowd. Isolates himself to protect the one he loves. The burden he bares, is too heavy from him.  To heavy for him to face alone. To face alone. And he's afraid. Afraid of what he'll become. Afraid of what he'll do. Afraid of the helping hand. Afraid of himself. He pushes people away.  H...