A dying po3try

I'm gonna write you a heartbreak poem, bc obviously love is the last thought on your mind;
I'm gonna allow my heart to hemorrhage out on this paper, pain in every word, agony inbtwn the lines/
I want you to feel what I feel, bc my affections have fallen on deaf ears;
Enter yourself into my fears, and see what my eyes plainly hide/
Every blade upon my wrist, I bare your name where it hurts the most;
Too many emotions on my sleeve, you selfish bitch you've watch me bleed/
Too ignorant to realize, too heartless to care;
Poetry's lifeless bc its Lyrics has no substance!
Where were you when i needed you the most;
Caught up in strangers who are only in it for the fuck;
I have no will to regain any trust;
Take this heartbreak poem, and choke...choke..choke.............

- Shinaika T. Phillip

Untitled Lov3

Untitled... a nameless love, too tainted to be claimed by those who birthed it;
nurtured it into the hate its become
Untitled was the burden she bared for the years they made love, and the scars its left on her heart
Swollen eyes to match her swollen thighs;
they'd thrust and backs would be scratched,
but the moans drowned out her cries, and no one listened
Communication lacked replenished with lies and gifts;
money could'nt buy her happiness, but her pockets became dependent on it
Support mistaken for control, her life laid in the hands of the hands in which she layed
And though destiny made them star crossed lovers, faith begged to differ

WithDrawn

Withdrawn... my heart leaks and love was my drug;
residues of pain traced and locked n my wrist, I've pulled your needle out
Tapped out, veins drained and left me feeling weak, my addiction, was bad
A life full of lust; I waited on my knees, begged and pleaded, for some type of release
But you've held on, maybe a little tighter than my own;
I lived in your eyes and died in your heart
Hold me, please... like a junkie to your words;
Lyrics fueled the words in between my life stanzas;
Paper thin heart, you shattered and left my pieces broken
I am lost, I am so lost; sadden by the days of our lives;
If time would stop, I'd still be moving
Slowly through the obstacles, our path no longer concrete;
What can be so tangible if we both fail to believe
Abstract like my mind on E;
I rather pop b4 I bleed, too many white lines leaves me unreal, too many fillers to even feel
Void is filled...
Replacement for the places you couldnt go,
one addiction to another;
Withdrawal... my heart leaks and love was my drug;
I've weened your agony out

hmm

Life has a way of throwing me hardships, or maybe its the people i choose to surround myself with. I've been confused, so troubled... i think its time to start doing what i need for myself, not just what i want.