A cascade of tears runs down my face
I think of the choices I can't erase.
I chose you, because I thought you loved me more.
All I was to you was your little whore.
You used me for whatever you wanted at the time..
but you made me keep your secrets, about your little crime..
I can't tell anyone about the things you did..
&& I guess it never hit you that I was just a kid.
Young.. Easily broken.. Almost impossible to fix..
You don't realize the wounds that the past inflicts..
You don't realize how psychotic the past could make me..
All because you were to stupid too see...
The past will leave me broken.
&& I know some things are best left unspoken..
But I had to tell you how I feel..
&& maybe now those emotional scars can heal..
Author notes
Not really so sure what to say about this one..
A contest entry
- No Rules by J L Whalen.
550 points, ended July 31, 2007, 52 entries
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Comments
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Very Simple Yet Effective.
It's a beautiful reflection of [your?] pain. It is a bit cliche and to the point, but it is also deep. =] I love it.
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Stellar
This is the one! Hands down. It's gotta get some props.
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INCREDIBLE
This is really good,all of youre writing has a theme,and this is great -
i don't know what to say about it either....it made me feel....it's good though, as a poem...
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