Story of My LifeA Poem by SimplyDisastrousStory
of My Life This
is how the story goes, Like
a flower, the pain inside me grows and grows Then
it sits at the bottom of my stomach, boiling And,
in time, a plan in my mind starts unfolding A
plan to get back at all the people that have toyed with my heart, Slowly
but surely gnawing at it until it rips apart I
map out their demise, Thinking
about all the lies They
fed me. It’s
not fair, I want to scream Sitting
in a dark room, tears running down my face in a stream. Then
another thought comes to mind: How sweet their deaths would be, Their
blood running a long river down the ways as far as the eye could see I’m
almost all better then, But
my poor heart, it has yet to mend. Turning
to drinking isn’t an option, not so much anymore Not
since I found it helps a little, but it mostly burns my very core Friends
to help? But then I thought they wouldn’t want to be bothered So,
then it’s kind of awkward Suicide?
Self mutilation? God,
that’s stupid. Then I’d be like more than half the nation With
all their razors, knives, depressed souls yearning to feel that painful sensation Like
he said “Petals of a dead rose…the pain inside that no one knows…” Well, that's the Story
of my life: Every pain in the a*s that comes my way, I forever end up taking the
blows. ~ © 2010 SimplyDisastrousAuthor's Note
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Added on August 20, 2010Last Updated on August 21, 2010 AuthorSimplyDisastrousHartford, CTAboutHey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..Writing
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