You knew i loved you.
You knew it had been true.
But you just couldn't take,
What i had been through.
I told you everyday.
I said what i knew you wanted to hear!
But the scars and bruises on my body,
You just couldn't help but fear.
You tried to get closer,
But then pushed away.
You couldn't take seeing my mutilation...
Well how do you think I feel everyday?
Each default on me,
Tells a different story.
No evidence, no sign,
Of how i use to be.
One dark little child now,
nothing more than a mere broken heart.
But maybe I didn't just become this way,
Yes...maybe i was broken from the start.
You didn't try to fix me,
You never helped me heal.
I blame you for how i feel,
I blame you for making me so unreal!
I gave you my all,
I put you ahead.
And now it's you to blame,
for the blood on my bed.
You ripped me to pieces,
you suffocated my lungs,
But the sad thing is...
I think I'm the lucky one.
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Written July 14th, 2004
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very good write. there's a lot of emotion put into this. i love it. but it is very sad at the same time. i hope it's not for real. i hope what i see isn't reality for you. it would be a shame for a good writer such as yourself to go through that. but i love the way you worded all your lines and kinda told a story. keep it up.
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This a very good poem- It has beauty and it has excellent word choice! It was a bit choppy in some places though, some lines could be smoothed over. The rhyme was excellent though, and I loved the last two lines!
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hmm...it's upsetting to know that someone causes/caused you to cut yourself. however, i understand that self mutilation can be somewhat overbearing to some people. it's good that you capture both points of view. i loved the last 2 lines...a lot
peace love and blood,
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VEry very good poem! its very well written. I love the last line. Truely lovely.
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