I penn this note with tears in my eyes
Giving up on old and lost tries
Love doesn't love me, it spat in my face
I'm tired of living my life in disgrace
I'm over struggling just to wake up
I'm tired of drinking from my half empty cup
Fake smiles and laughing has all been replaced
By bitters and venom where last cheer was traced
My face became gray the last time we met
If love is war, then I'm a damn vet
You say things will change but they never do
And all I can think of is how bad I want you
Calling and calling to no avail
Ignore me so long this shit's got me pale
I'm sick to my stomach from the look on my face
From all this pain I really need space
I'm no good to anyone, I've nothing to give
So I'm struggling to see a reason to live
My children don't need me, I've nothing to show
With their father is where they should go
Moments of weakness become lives of distress
Breaking and shaking upon such duress
So one day he'll call my phone like he said
And after no answer, realise I'm dead
Author notes
don't fucking ask... and no I'm not gonna kill myself it's just a fucking poem
Please tell me what you think
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The emotion was definitely felt, like, I could see myself in the same room as the author, listening to the author speak every word of this poem. Not bad!
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Was Dead at one point....wait what am i saying, is dead! no no only joking...partly...
Once day you will learn to live again.
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Real Poetry
Thanks for expressing feelings, that I too have often felt.
Sometimes life is like water, flowing down a drain,
Through dark pipes to the ocean, where it' free again. LOL
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oh damn..
sorry..
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Aww, Blue. I love ya sweety. Smile hon, you're too cute to cry. Things can be hard, but the more we go through the better we are. You deserve the best. Maybe this is just a little seasoning for you. -hugs-
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