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Here is to the bleeding heart fallen out
I write in hopes to be heard, and know to never be heard
here is the truth behind it all, a word to the wise
don't trust, see even if they know your past
they still lash out and devour your very heart
and the very hope built up by continuous lies
to be a friend, be a friend and yet here I stand
I know friends come and gone like the wind
Those who'd promise their heart and soul
swear up and down and yet go
or tear out what I barely have of my own
To the few who have known me,
remember this very word I speak
I almost faced the worst a woman can be dealt
I have had the crap beat out of me by a "friend"
I have faced down utter rejection due to the fact I wasn't someone else
So stand before me and call me the bad guy
tell me I have no right to the very will I possess
for I have earn my very will. and at least I don't hide
I am the phoenix for a reason, I bear the word phoenix for a reason
for I have risen again and again, from the utter dejection
and horrid pit of blackness we all create
and hope to throw each other into over and over and over....
Know I have heard my right to what I have, I HAVE earned it
For you may not remember but I do, oh I do
she wasn't the only one who ripped my heart out and threw it in my face
oh no, there were others before and her second round well you know nothing
nothing of the utter self destruction that was spent upon me
I never cared, I never saw I pushed to be accepted
but never spoke a word to those I found
and when all had been lost that year I found someone
truly someone who cared about me...for once I felt not so utterly alone
not so beaten down to the last remaining bits of what was left
of the person I had once been, of the truth behind my dying eyes
tell me you face pain, tell me it and I will show you the scars
the blade ripped through my shoulder, see the bruises along my skin
up and down my neck and across the top of my hand
hear the cry that only one heard that night as I broke down
for all the fighting and truth be told, I am tired utterly and completely
so just leave me be, stop trying to take away my last bit of hope

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