what conversations can do

  I feel soo fukin sadd,

cuz i looked back and viewed our conversations (on facebook)

(..back-then) i was soo gladd, life was soo radd,

but now you probably hate me

dont-know what i lacked, did nuthin bad,

must be the work of Satin 

i know for a fact, this girl i had, no doubt i would have stayed in 

maybe not hate, but left me stray, mayb she just discraced me

talked everyday, passed every phase, but still she just discraced me 

now here i lay, soo much to say cuz all this pressure weighs me 

I've lived my days, my skys stay grey, can't say this hassent changed me

so here i stay, mind stuck the way, soo lost you chouldent trace me

this bitter love life,

no such more thrive,, so how do i abide? 

I cannot sly, tried to sneak by, but always to my suprise

it just aint right, the girls i'm by, are always full of lies 

"I found one thats right"  thought numerious times, but here i'm still soo brine  

i'm stuck in doubt confused about if i just waste my time 

should i still hope, bend down in stooped and duck the doubts i have?

cuz saddness grows and i have chose, without her i am sad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is real
a peice of my life

Reviews

[Overwhelming Confabulat..]

No doubt, I can definitely understand how you feel. Although this poem's flow is somewhat awkward and some of the words were confusing to me like
"this bitter love life,
no such more thrive"
I feel you could have had better words to express the emotion.
You have the heart for poetry; I can see that through your work. My critique to you, which is my own advice that I try to follow, is to keep writing, not only when you feel bad but when ever you need to express yourself and read other peoples poetry. It helps spark new creative ways to paint the picture of emotion you might be trying to convey.