There Was A DayA Poem by Troubled MatthewJust some thoughts, feeling a little down and disturbed. No real meaning to this, but feel free to review.Ha, kind of seems funny. That just a little less than a year ago, there was a day. That there was a day They say sticks and stones can break your burns, but words are harmless...Couldn't be further from the truth. Words hurt, they make you doubt, they make you seeth, They take away your reasons to live. The reason your heart still beats. "F*ggot...Lowlife...Nerd...Moron...Quere..." You see, they take this part out of you. With every spoken word, a little more of you dies. And then theres a day. A day where you wake up, and take a look in the mirror, and you don't recognize yourself anymore. You see "F*ggot...or Nerd". And this, is how everyday people kill you. They take away your reasons to love, rip them right out of your arms. And then there is a day. Where you sitting on the edge of your bed slicing your wrist rapidly, making "I'm sorry" Notes on Microsoft Word. By now, you have lost all hope for living, theres nothing left, because everywhere you go, your not you. Your Nerd...your lowlife... your alone. And then theres a day. Where you give up, say screw it all. Your getting drunk on a daily basis, constantly watching porn, smoking weed, whatever the hell you can to see happiness, where its coming out of your mind, or a bong. You really stopped hating yourself, and started hating everyone but yourself. And then theres a day. Where you show up high as hell to school, Where your in such a rage, that it doesn't make sence. Not mad at you, not mad at everyone, mad at all your little demons that ruined your life! You storm up to the biggest, baddest, bully you've ever dealt with, and drop everything you know under the sun on him. You throw hands up against your biggest fear, and tell the girl of your dreams that really doesn't like you, she can go die in a hole. And then theres THE day. You absolutley no longer give a f**k. You get high off of doing crazy s**t. For fun, you throw yourself in the hardest, most unfair fights ever. And smile with two middle fingers up in the air win, or lose. Because then is the day, Where you have been through hell, heaven, and really don't prefer one over the other. © 2013 Troubled Matthew |
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Added on February 1, 2013 Last Updated on February 1, 2013 AuthorTroubled MatthewYork, PAAboutHello, I am currently a fifteen year old, sophmore in highschool. I came to Writers Cafe because I have an obsession with writing poetry, and you can only write so much before you finally want people .. more..Writing
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