i wrote this when my first boyfriend broke up with me....
but stuff in the poem has nothing to do with him.... :)
There are lots of reasons, I can't tell you why. When I tried to speak, I always got shut up. I try to scream, but my voice is not heard. I walk away, but yet no one follows. I held you hand, but you let go of mine. My hearing is shot, but yet you talked. When I spoke, I was heard, but not understood. When I loved, I got shunned. When I got closer, you pushed me away. When you hated, I loved. When I asked questions, you lied. When you killed me, I died. If I came back to life, you wouldn't care. When I cut you didn't care. When you hit me I cried. When I hugged you, you declined. When you wanted me closer, you pushed me away. There are so many answers, so little time. You never loved me, just used me. So now that I'm dead, cry all you want, because you realize that you were wrong.