I'm fucked.
There is nothing left for me.
Just those bloody roses
hiding inside of me.
Clogging my memories
Making me believe I'm FREE.
Not true,
Never true
I'm just another.
No importance, can't even keep Love.
Why am I unique to you?
Always thinking, remembering....
what did you want of me?
God, what was the purpose of our love?
Is this what was meant?
Rejected.
Ressurrected myself.
Can that happen?
Ignorance and Denial.
Our worst fates, our reasons for sins.
Our reason for pain.
Another dosage of myself
Am I ready for me? Is anyone?
Why am I unique to you?
Author notes
I wanted to write a livejournal, turns out I wrote a poem...I color coded and changed the size to some of these words. If you want to check that one out then go to: krazylove.livejournal.com or to my myspace.
Do read...Tell me whatcha think.
Comments
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I really like that last three lines. "Another dosage of myself, Am I ready for me? Is anyone? Why am I unique to you?" < amazing lines!
Overall, I enjoyed the entire poem. I also like the way you arranged it. Nice!
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