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Mental Breakdown

I don't understand why I even tried,
In the end, all we had had died.
Why did I even choose to believe?
Once again, I knew she'd leave.
This apparently was never meant to be,
I guess I'm not meant to be happy.
My writing was never meant for her eyes,
Everytime she reads, a part of me dies.

I can't continue going on like I am,
Living my life, just as a sham.
All of the lies that surround us,
Making me want to scream and fuss.
The pain of unrequited love,
Hurting not as a push, but a shove.
The lack of emotion a stab in the back,
Wondering to oneself, what do I lack?

The pain is never-ending, just like the crying,
All I can see, is another part of me dying.
With each time that I show some of my emotion,
All it does is create another commotion.
I wish I could leave this all behind,
I wish, somehow, that I could find,
A way in which to avoid the lies and pain,
For this life, I know I cannot maintain.

All of this he says, the tears pouring from his eyes.
The pain leaving, in it's crimson flow, he dies.

Author notes

5) Unrequited Love. I know a lot of us relate, and this is too close to me, that's why we dedicated an option to this.

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  • John Timothy Bailer
    March 23, 2007

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    the end of the last stanza is great, i know what your saying, i hate when somebody reads something, and even if it doesnt have thier name in it, they know its about them, and you feel like shit but at the same time you dont because its true lol. howd you do in that contest, it was a good write.

  • Never Fall in Love
    March 19, 2007

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    Awww ... you need a
    Yep, a lot of us relate
    and I'm sorry it's so close to you
    wait a minute ... thats what i said
    oops
    Well, I hope you really didnt have to relate
    its a very horrid feeling to have
    but in that, the only thing that runs through your head
    is one question
    why arent you good enough for him/her
    sorry .. (didnt know if ur a boy or girl, and too lazy to check)
    poem was good
    good luck in the contest
    NeveR ♥