Tell me when you decided I didn't matter. When did you decide I wasn't important? I thought you loved me, But you only love yourself. I'm no more important than the books You left alone on that shelf. (That stupid broken shelf) You remember, don't you? The one you pushed me into. I'm I making sense now? Well you never thought so. I really hate to see you go. In fact there is only one thing I hate more, To see you stay. I'm so much better when you go away. You think I hate you? I have every right to. You made me who I am. Right mom? Am I right? Well you'll never think so. You haven't loved me, You haven't even liked me. I'm not sorry you hurt me, I'm only sorry I hurt myself (Because of you) You"ll never get to see all you do. You think I'm crazy? Maybe I should be. But hey, just remember In every picture I have of you, All I see is me.
Aw Bella... I wish I could take all of your pain and worries, bundle them up in a ball, wrap them all pretty like a christmas present and give that present to the moon, so that he could give it to the sun, and then we could watch it explode into a thousand stars, your worries will feed wishes. I think now I could write you a thousand poems, but none would ever capture you the way I know you. No poem could fill in all the random cracks that are left in you. I'll run around your soul hugging every hole until they're all too afraid to show their faces, like backwards wack a mole. You know that I love you, right now thats all I'm going to do. And if my blabbing for the past few lines made no sense I'll make it very simple, buzz buzz bella, I love you. :)
I can feel the pain dripping with the hurting venom. It's sad to see you suffering somewhere in the world, what Brutality's Sake said. I know I'm a random comment but I hope it helped cheer you up to know someone read this and really was in the moment where you were the day of writing it.
Wow..the end was brilliant..Kind of making it stand out..All the hatred, all the frustration , all the bitterness leading to a love which is implicit and deep..Good job here..It's really fine..how you followed your thoughts here..Keep writing
Aw Bella... I wish I could take all of your pain and worries, bundle them up in a ball, wrap them all pretty like a christmas present and give that present to the moon, so that he could give it to the sun, and then we could watch it explode into a thousand stars, your worries will feed wishes. I think now I could write you a thousand poems, but none would ever capture you the way I know you. No poem could fill in all the random cracks that are left in you. I'll run around your soul hugging every hole until they're all too afraid to show their faces, like backwards wack a mole. You know that I love you, right now thats all I'm going to do. And if my blabbing for the past few lines made no sense I'll make it very simple, buzz buzz bella, I love you. :)
i really liked
"but you only love yourself
I'm no more important than the books
you left alone on that shelf
(that stupid broken shelf)
you remember, don't you?"
and
"be hey just remember
in every picture i have of you
all i see is me."
very good and stronge
This poem makes me want to hug you.
Anyways, its really well written, and I love it in its pain (does that make sense?).
I'm glad I got to read it. Also, I like that you've started rhyming more often.
hmmm.... I also love the way you leave it broken. Its moving.
This is my life make of it what you will. Theses are my thoughts think of them how you will. If you're a dreamer dare to dream with me. If you're a believer then sympathize with me. Be who you are and.. more..