Unnamed And Unwanted...

Another night..

Awake again..

Why mustn’t I sleep?..

No, Why can’t I sleep?…

I hate it..

I’m so tired..

But when I close my eyes..

The scenario of dread shows it’s ugly face again..

You and Him together..

I just stare at the girl I love.. 

I can’t get myself to tell her..

I can’t really stop loving her..

Why?

I hate this miserable life..

But I’ll stay…

Because I know His secrets..

He was my best friend once..

Now He took a girl from me again…

I didn’t get mad with the first one…

But this girl said that she loved me..

I loved Her…

I still f*****g love her..

I hate you!

When will you get it..

You did it again..

We were almost dating..

Me and her…

But you stole Her from me..

Why?

F**k… 

Depression’s moving in again..

Why?

Just kill me..

Wouldn’t that be the best?

I can’t remember the last time I really was happy…

I can’t recall the last time I didn’t just hide behind a fake f*****g smile..

But I hope She knows that I’m here..

Love..

Crazy how it’s always me that can’t find my way around it…

Like the first love I ever really cared for…

She had a disease that almost destroyed me…

And then this girl..

She took of with another guy…

F**k her..

F**k Him

F**k ’em Both..

A Fallen Hero - Unnamed

Written : 08/02/2011

Dedication : Way to f*****g personal…

Author's Note

Honest fucking opinion...

Fallen

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

The poem appears to reflect the working off and processing the emotions corresponding to separation and rejection. There is a clear and definite progression from line to line and then concluded in a kind of resolution. That in itself shows a beginning, a middle, and an end.

[Cocoacandy]

well.... i think ur work is evolving slowly, creating more and more emotion to be stirred up each time... nice work, keep it up
*cocoabean*

[A Risen Heroine.]

I like it.
Very brutal and emotional.
Talk to me, I'm here for you :)

~A Fallen Heroine~

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is a pain in a a*s sometime. Can't escape small world when you are young. Age allow us to overcome the bad times if we are lucky to replace the bad times. A excellent poem. A lot of anger and disappointment in your words.
Coyote

[SOUL LESS]

Nice...brutal. :)