Life, Love, And Lies Poem by christopher mcdonald

why do we live, the lives that we do, as if we are satains spawns times two, with both our lives coming unglued, why do we not take help when we need it, i dont know i should of listend to you, its my life we are the same me and you, i dont know what i should do, live a new life, or never stop loving you, i dont know anymore, and i cant take it, its my heart and you cant take it and break it, i'm tired of this and you should be to, both are lives just coming unglued, like a pair of shoes split in two, why do we hurt the way we do, i never thought i would lose my love for you, i've been hurting inside, and all i wana do is cry, like i've been stabbed with a knife deep inside, my tears like blood and im just gonna die, i just cant live my life this way as if its a lie, i feel as if im commiting a crime, i dont know why, why, why do you make me cry, and feel the way i do inside, all these emotions, causing comotions stoping the motions of life, its the way i feel deep inside, to the pointi'm just gonna break down and cry like i wana die, because the love i had was basicly a lie, she didnt love me, she just wanted to get love from me, to give her the pleasure she wanted then she gets up and leaves and ill be left saying please please, dont leave me, your my only love, dont you see, your the only one for me, but you left me with myt heart in a million peices, i lost everything i had and you were glad that i was sad, leaving my heart no longer wanting the one i loved, andi still cant fight these feelings i feel for you anymore, like the tears my body poors, my life, any life realy is a chore force four like a war between our two hearts, my life just needs a little jump start, now i'm going to jail to take on my responsibilities for my actions, like a true adult in hopes that ill soon get out, and when i do i will shake the hand of the ones who changed me from a kid into a man, four to six months may not be long, but i dont care its long enough for me, hopefully, see, everyone will still want to be around me, when i get out after a lil while i wont be around, this is how it must be, hopefully, i dont know it's not all about me, for its my life, tell me about it, like i said before force fourits like a war that is a chore, do not step on my toes and get into my way of me becoming a man, its not like i'm just a big bag of sand, move it, move it, get out my way, dont anybody push me and delay my ways, just let me be, why dont everybody just see, that its me, its just the way that i ami need to step up and take this stand, its my turn to becoming a manand get back with my new loving fiance, with hugs and kisses to the lil misses, i cant decide when i want to die, theres nothing now that can make me cry, unless its about one of the ones that i love the most, had just happend to die, its not likely now to be me, in a tree hanging upside down with a rope around my feet, even though it still somewhat hurts, i just blow off the pain and strain to focus more to the futuristic thoughts, that i gain, without delayand just cause because im trying to become a man and take a stand and be ready for uncle sam when he calls for me to be a man and stand up and fight for my country