It's times when there's nothing on the shelves that this empty void seems so hollow....
You can kill yourself now because you're dead in my mind,
the girl you claimed to love is the monster you've made me...
how hard is it to see, what you're doing to me?
you slowly hurt me until I am your slave.
I try to trust you but I seemed to be forced,
again you've turned me into a lifeless corpse.
Bottle up the pain, release fiction from reality,
this pressure fed by popularity
has left you to leave me....
Don't say you're sorry, Don't try to help
you worsen my wounded emotions,
you try and scar my heart.
This is like abortion;
I'm not given a chance.
cast out all,
with me your soul numbed friend.
So it's times like these that the shelves are empty
like me....
Author notes
Pretty much empty
A contest entry
- Prewrites that dont suck. by parachute fog.
400 points, ended October 20, 2007, 93 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this was a great write...your words were very powerful and emotional as well..it flowed really well to keep writting your talented and good luck in the contest.
XTashaX -
The ending of this is hauntingly beautiful ... the rest of it is well written ... although I wonder if you might like to experiment with this poem and using different forms? I loved how the ending reflected on he beginning. A good write
Good luck
Polly -
i love this. and i love you. and i miss you. and i love this. and i love you and abby. and i love you. and i love this. and i love you....have i meantioned how great you are?
i love josh too. he stoled my nose. please make him give it back.
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