I'm no good at endings.

"Tears"

Wipe one away,
another one falls,
I try and I try,
but the water keeps on flowing,
pouring down my cheeks,
dropping onto my tear stained jeans.
Sitting,
looking for a way out I cry,
there's nothing else I can do,
but sit and be useless,
anxious and angry.
Repressed emotion leaked out through the ducts,
those that are connected to my soul.
Is there a reason anymore?
A reason for the tears that constantly flow,
creating a mess of makeup and of mind,
disturbing the peace around me.
Everyone else seems bothered,
someone stupid crying in a stand,
don't you understand?
God is lacking,
I can't feel him in my life,
and the chills are numbing,
freezing my mind,
and yet keeping warm the drops of liquid falling,
falling onto my jeans.

"Untitled"

Gracefully you stab,
Ripping apart my bleeding love,
Open heart surgery with blunt but cutting words.
Crawling in the night your demons arise,
Slowly following bellowed commands,
To which my unhappiness is of no surprise.
Tearing in the night your ghouls arrive,
To carry me away to a fiery demise,
Because I have not lived to your expectations,
To your false promises and selfish pleas.
The murder was sweet,
Justly held in the middle of night,
Moon backed out of picture and winds sweeping,
Pulling sands from the beach of disdain,
To bury me in my own chamber under the earth.

Throwing in the Towel

I'm giving up, quitting something which I am no good. I've tried my hand at this, and found that I have no talent. My heart screams out that quitting is the worst thing I can do, because that meets only with despair. But my mind yells back that this is getting me nowhere. Even if I were any good, it matters not because I'm not good enough to get noticed. Standing out is not something I'm good at by most means, not at this anyways. Further dissapointment is really not something I look forward to and so I'm just giving up. I'm throwing in the towel, maybe for good.