HurtA Poem by Eunice CrankypontsIt's hardly worth typing up a message To bear my soul for what? Lack of response? Tonight I am despondent. Hurt beyond repair. Inflated ego From the delusion Deflated Irreconcilable Inconsolable I spent all this time Believing in you Only to realize You do not believe in me. Sadness seeps in to my soul Overwhelming sadness I'd slit my wrists if I knew it wouldn't hurt. © 2008 Eunice Crankyponts |
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Eunice CrankypontsCTAboutI am chemically imbalanced and therefore this makes me cranky. MY name is not really Eunice, nor am I from the Crankyponts family. Simply put - Pseudonym. I have always enjoyed writing and decided .. more..Writing
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