Twisted RevengeA Poem by SimplyDisastrousYou'll pay for what you did...Twisted Revenge
She slashes her arms She slashes her wrists
She smiles, She’s swimming in the wrong kind of bliss.
She’s careful to leave her house, As quiet as a mouse
So she doesn’t disturb anyone, Her laugh echoes through the trees; This ought to be fun.
The people on the street stop and stare But she doesn’t seem to care
For she has a mission A frustrating decision
To keep him or to let him go? She’s not used to loving someone so.
He hurt her, he really did He made her feel useless, a mere kid.
Blood
trails behind her as she walks A boy across the street can’t help but gawk.
Who is this lady, he wonders, and what’s her deal? But he tells no one he saw her. He keeps his lips sealed.
She’s almost there now, the desired destination Once she’s there she’ll be happy, she’ll be floating in elation.
The look he’ll get…the play of emotions on his face She shouldn’t want to see him hurt, she should be disgraced.
But she’s not She wants so badly for him to rot.
Though, the bigger part of her feels sad She clings to the feelings deep inside That makes her crazy, mad.
Finally, she’s there now, she knocks, he opens the door He’s shocked, but that’s not enough, she wants more. She holds out her wrists, home to never ending Bruises as far as the eye can see.
She looks up at him with watery eyes She says, “Look what you’ve done to me”.
© 2010 SimplyDisastrousAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on September 8, 2010 Last Updated on September 10, 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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