It's hard to get me!!!

This is probably the last poem of this sort. It was written a while ago, like a few days back or so, didn't get time to post it then. posting it now, with a promise of not repeating the same. I have cried a lot and made myself look a  fool, my friends were worried and sighed.. What a fool!!! Trust me i do realize that was so un-cool. So bear one last piece of shit... After this I shall not repeat it.

Whoaaa.. that rhymed!!! Lolzzzz...............

So many bitches,

around me.

All of them stitches,

a web. to surround me.

I try to elude them,

I try to fool them.

Till now I have been successful,

but, for how long, can I be faithful???

A sting, I had,

is still paining,

a fresh wound,

that just stopped bleeding.

The wound still stings,

yet these bitches,

don;t leave a single chance,

to bite and ditch.

But, I am aware,

a cat, who has tasted,

hot milk in full fair.

Its hard to get me arrested.

I am not a fool to get attracted.

You can try all you want,

but, to get me,

you need to be different.

I ain't going to fall for sluts,

one was enough, and I can't take no more.

Now, I need to find one,

the choice seems hard,

maybe because i am scared.

I need one that is true,

but that one should come from blue,

I can't fall for anyone,

and I won't let my heart be,

healed by just someone.

I don't feel any pain,

that doesn't mean,

I am healed and sane,

I need you still,

that's how I feel.

But, I have to be strong,

kick that bitch,

before I am gone.

She was strong for me,

yet, today I feel I am free.

I got rid of you,

trust me, I am dead,

and gone far away from you.

Err... okies I modified it to suite my current mindset... and so I know it does look way better than what it was... lolzzzz....

Sorry for initial warning [:d][:d][:d][:d][:d]

After the break!!!

After a long break,

my pen is back.

Want to write,

with no ideas or spirit.

Just scribbling,

in vain.

Making no progress,

nothing seems sane.

I wonder why I am so?

Sometimes dead as shelled bark,

sometimes a powerful emo.

For some emotions, I lurk,

WTF why am I such a jerk?

Who the hell looks for emotions,

ok, actors do, and so do writers.

But, they all fake their emotional rations,

How come I am the one,

who can't create them on spur??

I guess I get it,

I am good for nothing.

Let's forget it,

and whoa.. this realization is somthing!!!

If i think that way,

I can keep my head to stay,

I won't fly beyond the horizon,

and, people's praises won't put me on Zion.

Killing the time, I sit here,

Killed enough!!! - the clock sneers.

Packing the stuff, to cook my meal,

being home-alone, thats another ordeal.