A Poem by Matt

Tryin to figure myself out

My words... They only bring pain.
These hands.. I'm afraid they do the same.
I give up because i learned something long ago.
Hope kills.. assume the worst and you'll never be let down.

I look in the mirror every night and hate what i see.
To Remember all the times I've failed.
Oh whoa oh f*****g whoa is me.
Drowning in my self pity i know all i can do is change.

Life is a movie and i'm that broken prop on a stage.
You've become a wonderful actress.
Dear autumn green eyed girl...
your the only one that sees..

Its scene 7 and the curtain is closing.
The stage darkens and a spotlight is on me.
I stammer to halt and think of what to say.
I love you,i'm incomplete.
I hate each and everyday.

The crowd applauds then dissapears one by one.
If only..

I'm the only one to blame.
If it wasn't for me things wouldn't be so.... lame? {hah}
Staring into my own eyes i see a coward.
and i remember every lie.

Courage is the acceptance of every fear and the will to keep fighting anyways.

There is only one thing I hate to do.
To dream every night of you.
To breathe in every morning a hope...
That kills.

Sweet three worded lullabies.
They tear me apart.
(Low self confidence,
complete and utter distrust.
Negative thoughts.)

All of that goes away.
So tell me once more...
I love you too.

© 2011 Matt

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I found the only way to overcome this type of agony is...everytime you come to a Y in the road...turn RIGHT instaed of wrong..valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago

I love you're style. I have been in this place so many times, so I can defiantly relate. "Hope kills.. assume the worst and you'll never be let down" was my motto for so long. Really nice work! Keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on September 12, 2011
Last Updated on September 12, 2011



Fort Worth, TX

my name is matthew. nuff said... oh and all this is old stuff.. way old stuff more..

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