It's Poem time woooo (long sorry)?

Learning is the hardest thing to do... I blew up a mattress so you could sleep over last night, I had no idea what it was that you had in mind. I was willing to give up my bed for you so, We could sit an talk the whole night through. You see since that day we can never be the same, So you keep pushing and... show more Learning is the hardest thing to do...

I blew up a mattress so you could sleep over last night,
I had no idea what it was that you had in mind.
I was willing to give up my bed for you so,
We could sit an talk the whole night through.

You see since that day we can never be the same,
So you keep pushing and saying your to blame,
Well I already know that and I know that even though I miss you,
I have to be strong and I have to let you know.

I don't want to be who I was back then,
Cause I was a what you call a walking mess.
I'm still not sure if it was you who saved me,
But I've got this feeling in my gut...it was.

To throw you away would be so cheap of me,
So I will ask you stay but let our love be,
We are no longer one we are just two friends,
I hope you know that you have created the end.

An insight into my mind is what you asked for last night,
Well if I let you oh God you would see that I'm not right,
My head is the worst place to live in,
But I go through it over and over again.

I loved you to much,
But I always knew it was not enough.
I never learn.

Insights into my broken mind

Hey now, brown cow, wont you take me back to my childhood,
Before I knew bout my medicine and the pain my Father caused.

Since 16 I've been on my own with no place to call my home,
My mother stood around and waited for me, so I just kept running away.
I hate to say this but it's true, life is beautiful and so are you,
I have never been one with my feelings, so that's why my Mother needs healing.

It's not the cancer that makes her cry every night,
It's the fact that I would rather die,
Then face the truth and all of my lies,
Oh God it's hard to just break down and cry.

I am so sick of complaining that I just feel like throwing up
And getting rid of the me that is buried deep inside.
My head aches almost every single fu*king day,
But I can still manage to say I put on a happy face.

Hurt me again my sweet Father,
Cause I miss the pain that you caused.
When you die I hope that you know,
I will not let one bit of my sadness show.
Update: they are two seperate ones by the way
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