I've been beat down by my boyfriend
Now I got a bloody eye
My hearts breaks time and time again
I feel now I'm finally ready to die
It started so well too
We where as happy as you'd know
But now his true nature came to light
I feel like I sold my soul
I'm here again the high has come down
And in the mirror I see a mess
My mind's it's running all over the place
My intelligence seems to be possessed
I should be out making something of my life
Instead I’m here getting stoned
Society does nothing but look down on me
But in reality I just want to go home
My life is perfect in every way,
I got the money, beauty and chicks
They are on stand bye to fulfil my every wish
But why is my mind playing tricks
I should be the happiest guy in the world
Because I got it all, people would say
But why is it, there's still an emptiness inside
Why do I cry myself to sleep, every day?
This is just a keyhole, into what we have become
We fight for a goal,
We get what we want
Then we watch it all come undone
We say we don't need God
But I don’t need to be religious to know
That I’d rather gain true happiness
Than the entire worlds: sex, drugs and rock and roll.
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Name: Gods True Soldier
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