My Best Friend Rejection

My Best Friend Rejection

A Poem by PoeticFury
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I have been so many times till its not funny

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How can the word no become such a part of my daily routine?

How can something with two letters eat away at my heart and soul like a math problem. Love divided by no equals pain with a remainder of low self esteem.

Why is it hard to come by the good for what I want to quench this hunger and thirst, so I can use my lungs to breathe? To make my situation easier not worse.

How is it that I get all of what I don't wnat to get, but can't get what I need? How is it that I always put myself last, but I can never get that one special one to think of me first?

How is it that most of my life I have been trapped in this tunnel of love. By myself alone.

Is their really such a thing as to nice? Is it really possbile that the girls of today prefer to be treated wrong.

Is it that this rejection I always would face is because I try to hard/ Maybe cause I just want to get my heart into someones arms?

How is it that I am still alive?

How is it that I have not seen on the news that instead of a criminal, but a broken heart has taken the life of the innocence and the sas result is that they had to die.

Though what do I know?

Why do I try my best to show as a friend of mine said is it that I am really mad at the world, and the reason I am still going and doing this is cause my body is use to the rejection and that is the way my body we programed?

Like a machine that can't help but to go.

I can remember when... things were so easier then.

I hated the fact of losing although losing and rejection may have been my best friend. I would never give up unless I was to win.

Though now it is so hard not to quit.

Now it is so hard to not want to surrender, but till this knocks me off my feet I promise you I will try my best to remember.

All I desire is a heart that will give me the start.

Where I can scream that I have love, and maybe at the same time be able to have all my pride when I talk.

To continue to help people and give them the will that they give to me where they don't have to question or rush this life they can walk.

The answers are unclear, but rejection when I solve you. You are going to wonder why I rejected you, and the words from me... will be that you had a experation date.

Now that the day has come get off all of us cause now we are free.

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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