Poetry you must read and comment On?

hello, thank you very much for reading my poetry. these are all some years old, so though I still am troubled in some ways, I have grown and progressed a lot too.. I haven't written as much in recent times as I used to, but I will post some of my newer poetry eventually as well

most of my poems rhyme throughout the entire thing, but a couple as these first two don't

gray tears

restless in bed

the pillow told me it wasn't him

he said it's your head girl

that's so fluffy

floating away

I don't blame it a bit

I would try to escape too

in over my head

under pressure

cooked but barely medium rare

slice into me

hope my silent screaming doesn't startle you

don't be scared

I only harm myself

I wouldn’t do that if I were you

Your diagnosis is your solace is a fallacy,

a unicorn and flying flamingo fantasy

more absent than you thought,

you thought anyway.

That wasn't That.

deaf and dumb and blind you say

I almost hear you

if I could.. just.. get... a.. little... closer........

can't seem to see reality

like it isn't in the cards for me

must tip-toe round these parts

because she Never finishes what she starts

lost in a language native to no one

no description

hurry little girl, and hide from the Sun...

Statutory Instability

My head is swimming

my heart is racing

unprepared, for what I'm facing

I stop breathing

and start crying

back to the first line

I was lying

my head's not swimming

it's actually drowning

one of the causes

of my constant frowning

Rubber Ducky, You're The One

I tried to make a bubble bath

but it didn't work

so I just laid in lukewarm water

until it barely hurt

I have more sorrow than tears,

more failure than years

wishing everything

would just disappear

hearing the song and my thoughts

a million decibels deep

If I don't do something soon....

the stakes are steep

the comfort I fail to appreciate

the distraction of my despair won't dissipate

why do I feel this way

why do I hate?

perhaps I learned it too late

but somehow I still have faith

or is that just another escape

If I could just drown here

in my pathetic bath

with my Jewel CD skipping the fifth track

oh God how I know it could be worse

but I can't quench my thirst

or turn off that stupid part in my brain

that won't shut the **** up again

then of course my pen falls

in my quaint watery grave

and I start to shiver

worries flood my mind

and these stupid things make me quiver

no matter how hard I don't try

I can't seem to deliver

I wonder..

hypothermia or water inhalation

just end my unwarranted devastation

(I really was taking a bath lol)

sucktastic palabras

back to what I did before

the dirty loser I was

all the alleged pathetic lore

and this is why because

a state of stale stupidity

looking back I shouldn't be

but it really bothers me

how my words make sense

and my ignorance

forms them too easily

I have many more but I suppose that is more than enough for now.. I just kind of wanted to establish the self-debasing trend