Mistakes Learned

You tell me.

I left him all alone and lost

I made promises , broke promises

Hurt not one but two hearts

Now i sit in this cold dark corner that i

once called home

left to fight a never ending battle

between faith and hate

There i am hoping to have something left to live for

Praying it comes before its to late

You said you loved me now these words i hate

I made a mistake and endured the consequences

But have not yet learned from my mistake

As the day turns dark and the night grows cold

i sit in the corner i once called home

I have nothing left to pray for

And now know no one will come

I so galently slid the cold sharp savior deep

untill the gush of warm red covered my hands

Now no one has to come , the hate has already won.

Reviews

[Katie Alexander]

The agony in this work scares me, so you're writing is really effective. I have friends with problems like the person in your poem....you really accurately captured it.

[Emma (:]

Its dark and filled with agony....but its really good! Dark poems like this attract me, being 14 doesn't matter, you can still feel. Well done, keep writing (:

[Ashesh]

It's dark and filled with agony..
You say you are fourteen and it's very deep stuff for a 14yr old. But age never matters for great poem. Please keep writing, I see a great writer in you.