without a warranty

without a warranty

A Poem by Pandy7197
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lately i've been so lost, and i am trying so hard to dig myself out...

"

lying here

beneath a pile of rubble

so many regrets

so many mistakes

i can't stand on my own

im broken, all of me is broken

my heart got it worst

shattered into specks of pain

you want my friendship

i want so much more

so many regrets there

my mistakes, my naive thoughts

have come to haunt me

growing up

with no way to grow

hopelessly broken

so many thoughts

so many feelings

i'll never make it

never make you want me

never make them proud

never make myself happy

my shoulders cannot handle the weight

of this distruction that lays on me

i'm pinned down with no way out

my plans have gotten me no where

my dreams have destroyed my reality

i see the stares

hear the questions

everyone wonders what my deal is

why can't i do it like everyone else?

why do I always fail?

what is wrong with me?

the only answer I can offer is

I am broken

and here I am to return myself

i don't have a reciept

store credit will do

I'll exchange myself for someone new

someone else to catch your eye

someone else to break free

someone else to be somebody

someone else to make them happy

someone else to be good enought

yes, that sounds good

store credit will be great

goodness knos the next one

can't be as horrible as me

i'm broken and unrepairable

i'm destroyed and without a warranty

hiding beneath my pile of rubble

 

© 2008 Pandy7197


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Man this sounds like every teen's story. Helpless, alone, heart-broken. We've all been there and that's what I think makes this so enjoyable to read

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very good, I feel the same way, except I was made defecent. I was Made with one purpose in mind, to fail with my family. Instead I got used for another purpose, one that has no function, a tool that see's things no one cares to.

I like this one, the flow can be fix by:

everyone wonder whats the deal?

Things like that, rythimic flow means less story. However I like the story anyway because I can relate.

Posted 16 Years Ago


not quite sure it flows the right way.. but it opens up many of my personal doors...

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Pandy7197
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