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One more day is all I ask for GOD.

Torn up love letters is all I have left…
A sobbing shell of a thing once referred to as a man.
I never new how much she cared.
Now the blood of our love is flowing in my hands.
All I have now is the memory of that night.
If only I hadn’t let her go, if only she hadn’t got behind that wheel, if only I hadn’t started that fight, if only I hadn’t crossed the line…
Those last words I uttered  “I hate you ”
I can never take them back.
Why aren’t you here with me now?
Why can’t I be with you?
Why couldn’t it have been me instead?
It’s all my fault.
Now you’re with him and nothings ever going to change.
I broke your heart and now your gone.
Not a day goes bye I don’t regret the things I did to hurt you.
All I ever wanted is for you to be happy.
Tearing you down dashing yours dreams knowing I should have let you go.
This terrible thing I have become a sickening grotesque monster.
The things I’ve done in this life make me sick.
To think I will live out the rest of my days alone because I can never have you at my side.
Gone forever more I took the life of the only girl I ever loved.
The self-hatred that flows through these veins like acid it eats away slowing killing me inside.
Dark are the thoughts that creep through this vile disturbed mind.
Hatred brews in that hallowed casket for those who are happy.
Greed posses my eyes driving me mad seeing those couples caress their lover’s hands.
Taking what they have for granted.
They will never understand the suffering to be endured in the pain caused by a corrupted heart.

Author notes

The lie is that the girl I care about is very much alive and we are very happy and no one died there was no car accident. oh yeah and she never cheated on me...I am completely aware this poem is quite bizzare...in real life im a rather happy person.

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  • Sound of Madness
    June 5, 2008
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    Wow, this seemed very real. It's so detailed. See, you are a good poet.


    • masterogre12
      June 5, 2008
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      thanks

      thanks alot it really means alot to me that u likezez my poem


  • Justin
    June 5, 2008
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    On line 3, you wrote "new" but I think you meant "knew." Nothing against you, though... this was a great poem.

    There was so much emotion in this piece. Are you sure that it's not real? I was certainly convinced. You channeled your opposite nicely.

    Phew... I'm glad to know you're not really dealing with this. Thank you for the entry.