Sitting alone,
in the dark.
The clouds surround her,
to offer sympathy.
Her heart gone,
shredded apart.
No more hope for love,
or life.
This Valentines,
was not great.
She cuts her arm,
to shreds,
wishing it was her heart,
instead.
Knowing,
it was already shredded apart.
He had made her happy,
and make her stop thinking,
about her pain.
He had used her,
abused her,
the bruises still remain.
He hurt her,
in more ways then one.
But even though it was all him,
she blamed it on her self.
This Valentines day,
she would be gone,
shredded apart,
and dead.
For her perfect Valentine,
was all in her head.
All he had wanted,
was sex.
Author notes
You won't like it. It's not like the others. I donno. I forced it out. It's not me. It's not good.
Written January 31st, 2006
A contest entry
- The Darker Side Of Valentines by blackwizard1988.
300 points, ended February 13, 2006, 4 entries
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Good piece, this defenetly belongs in this comp. Very good, the short sentences make for a quick pace, it is good to read
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lovely
OMG! i love it cause i hate valentine`s day with a passion,great work...keep it up!
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