When I was innocent easy to sway,
you tore me down; I lost my way.
When I was hurting, ready to break,
you made me as if I was a mistake.
When I was eager and willing ready to try,
you pushed me down and made me cry.
When I was strong and nearly unstoppable,
you found my weakness and made it possible.
When I was bruised broken and sore,
you made the pain a whole lot more.
Now that I'm swollen, hurting and in pain,
there's not much hope left for you to drain.
Now that I've quit trying and stop wanting to soar,
I can't imagine a pain that would hurt more.
Now as I'm sitting forced in the sidelines of life,
my driven qualities are lost; failure stabs me like a knife.
As I see my friends succeeding in everything they do,
I feel a wave of hurt run through me in a form brand new.
While life was busy stepping on me,
It let everyone else run wild, crazy and free...
About Me
- KaceeL7
- I am as real as it gets. I'll tell you things that offend you, make you, and possibly even break you. You have honesty coming from me all the time. (At least honesty in my eyes.) I'm not perfect, and I realize now that I sure as hell don't want to be. I see the world through a completely different lens. If you can't accept that, then go find another blog to read, because after all this blog is all about me.
...Me, Myself, And I...
My Worst Enemy
Brian Barrt
Boyfriend :)
MuSiC
2 comments:
Good poem. Sad subject.
But yeah, I know what you mean. I do feel like that sometimes. Everybody does. It just doesn't seem like that when it happens to you, you just feel like the unluckiest person ever.
You'll feel better later.
Anyway, it was a good written poem.
....You actually wrote that?..... It's amazing to be honest....to be able to write out your thoughts in a poetic way isn't something most people can do....
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