Poems. Yay or Nay?

Poem 1::

I want to kill myself But I don’t want to die. I can’t ever be happy And I can’t always cry. Nothings ever perfect. All good days have an end. Not everything is fair. Most people wont understand. Life never stops. For you or anyone else. You can’t always see the sunlight Or hear the sleigh bells. One thing to remember Is that everything happens for a reason. Not everything is bad. Not everyone is leavin.

Poem 2::

Save the forest Save the trees Save the water And save the leaves. Savor the food Given to you Savor the old Savor the new Forgive and forget Live don’t regret Be thankful Be honest Be shameful Be mad Life if for fun We live and we run.

Poem 3::

I love the feeling of security. Everytime you look at me. I love the happiness in your voice. The sound I fell for without a choice. I love the way you hold me close, The feeling that only grows. I love how I can trust you so. But then you had to go. I love the way you moved away. Left with nothing good to say. I love how you commited a crime. As I think about it all the time. I love how you stole my heart, And watched me fall apart. I love how you never noticed the love I had for you. But now that your gone you act as if you do. I love the way you never faught, Even with the sadness brought. I love how no matter what you do. I’m still in love with you.

Poem 4::

People change and we lose friends, But this isn’t how the story ends. We have some fun and laugh a lot, But in the end its all a plot. A plot to see what soon will come, The day when you feel completely numb. Things get better, Things come along, But still things eventually go wrong. Lifes not perfect and neiher are we, Just ask a person that would know, A person just like me. One who never knows what to do, One who never has a clue. One who acts all tough, But inside has had enough. I can’t help everyone even though I try, I can’t always hide it and sometimes I cry, You will never understand until you’ve lived my life, You’ll never understand until you hold the knife. The knife that determines life or death, Depending on if you take that last breath. Its up to you, This can be true. So don’t judge, And don’t hold a grudge. Because sometime before the end, We all will mend what others will bend.

They are all completely written by me. I just want to know what ya’ll think about them. Don’t steal them please. Thanks.