Tired of trying
Tired of crying
My heart breaks
With every breath
Because of you
You who lied
You who couldn't try
You who I loved
With every breath
My body takes
The same body
You hurt
You raped
My lips yelled no
My eyes cried
You couldn't hear
You just hurt me
My heart loved you
My soul was stolen
You took it from me
You made me broken
My body was tortured
My mind never the same
Because of you
You made me
You made me this person
This person I hate
This person that can't trust
This person that can't feel
You made me
A Broken Angel
Author notes
This is Real
A contest entry
- Love is the slowest form of suicide... by Yours-To-Have.
500 points, ended March 22, 2007, 79 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thanks for the entery! Very strong piece! Good luck and hang on.
PS- please put if this is real or fiction in the author's box. Thank you! -
Great!
oh, so sad T_T But very well written!
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WOW nice piece
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