Sick of It

Put the knife to my throat,

Please,

Take me away.

It wouldn't make much of a difference,

Since my heart is well passed frayed.

Send me to Hell, 

It can't be much worse,

Than when I see you kiss her,

Maybe if you had clarified how much you hate me before,

I would've extinguished myself earlier.

F**k me, f**k me-

You know I don't mean it literally.

Though,

I can't believe how stupid I was,

To let you take my virginity...

I listen to your favorite band,

His voice singing in my head,

But he doesn't sound like David Draiman,

He sounds like you,

Instead.

I'm sick of all these lies,

All these bloody f*****g tears!

I'm tired of chasing after you,

Wishing, hoping,

After three years,

That you'd take me back.

But I guess,

I'll sit here and suffer,

And ponder,

Why I feel this way for you,

Why I'm such a disaster.

Gun to my head;

Razors armed,

But my memories of you,

Are what really harm,

Me.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

walk proudly, hold your head up high and leave the garbage behind you to stink and fester. when you are beset on all sides by the inequities of life, be stronger and bigger. the fodder will eventually rot in its own hatred. awesome write, well penned!

[Darian Justine]

Oh wow. Definitely an emotional poem.
Hold your head up and be strong. There is nobody in the world that is worth this much pain and heartache, and sure as hell nobody out there who is worth your tears. Really good work, beautiful really.

[Patrick O'Neil]

Very emotional write, can see there was a lot of pain there.

[s y e]

Leave the past and all the bad memories behind. You're a strong girl, just move on and be happy. :) It's the best you can do. Don't dwell in the past.

Well done.

[minnie:)]

Wow, I couldn't help but play this through my head. The emotion came right out, made it sound like a song kind of. It was a really good poem.
~Minnie

[Dana Alsamsam]

i imagine la dispute screaming this, the aggression and anger come across rather well!

[Graveyardfuck]

LA DESPUTE!!!

[KayK143]

I understand this poem all the way. It brings tears to my eyes...

[Simon Welsh]

Sometimes the soul has to suffer to truly be cleansed of pain. Soon, you'll look back on these memories and realise you're stronger for not giving in.