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    Pretend it never happened

    Let me give you a knife
    and my arm
    and you can cut it for me
    so you see the anger in my eyes.
    You say mean things to me
    but it doesn’t stop there
    No, your words go deep inside
    and stay with me forever.
    Im taking this hard
    but why shouldnt I?
    I look at you with disgust
    as I see you walk by.
    The silence it kills me
    but it’ll always be the same
    But Id take silence
    then have to replay those memories in my head
    What did I do to deserve this?
    Im sick of making excuses for you
    So lets just leave,
    Pretend it never happened.
    Somebody pinch me
    please tell me Im dreaming
    Let me wake in the morning
    and it’ll not be my reality.

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    • never happened poems

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    Everything good goes away in the end

    How can you know so much about me
    and not bat an eye, but want to know more?
    You know when Im mad and say all the right things
    We fit so well together, but I dont wanna do this.
    You dont wanna know how I feel
    It would eat you up inside, tearing your soul from your body
    Devouring it whole.
    You know so much, but theres still so much more
    Stick around, and maybe you will learn something
    You’re gonna get tired of me soon
    everyone always does.
    Its such a disappointment that everything good
    goes away in the end

      This poem is also about:
    • end of everything poem
    • everything its goes good on the end

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    How can you call me a friend when Im hurt by you?

    I thought I got away from this
    Little did I know I was only getting deeper
    The rain pounds on the window
    as the pain tears at my heart.

    Am I going crazy?
    Or have I just lost my way.
    It’s nothing like I’ve imagined
    It’s worse.

    The cuts they keep coming
    but everythings the same
    Im slowly disappearing
    No one will notice when Im gone.

    Kick me while Im down right?
    Your getting pretty good at it.
    you’re tearing me in two
    Just put me down easy.

    How can you call me a friend
    when Im always hurt by you?
    I thought it would be better by now
    Trust me. Its not.

      This poem is also about:
    • hurt by a friend

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