Before I wrote this
Before me was a blank sheet of paper
I could have I could have
filled it with made it into
something or something
awful amazing
this is the only
Thing that can keep
Me from going completely
C R A Z Y
Because
I am...
Broken-hearted
Cheating
Bastard
Bruised
I hate
you
Dad
Verbily Abused
I hate
you
Mom
Alone
R.I.P
Alex,
you will
always
be my
best
friend
Confused
God why
do
you
ignore me
Out of luck
I'm
3
months
pregnant
Out of hope
The father
is getting
married
(cheating bastard)
Suicidal
But I have so
much
to live
for
(don't you agree??)
Please, comment, please
Comments
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the shape of your poem is pretty cool. life is crazy...
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Oh. My flippin God.. I love it. Your form, the configuration, everything.. It's amazing. But you do have things to live for. Everyone gets dealed an awful hand - and it seems you've stumbled upon one of the worst- once in a while.. I'm sure things will get better, that the baby will be beautiful and that Alex still loves you.. On God, I can't help you there.. He still can't hear my screams


