Finished
I feel it in my bones. My crippled mind falls As we walk this damned road. Do you really think I care? Are you really that stupid? How many times do I have to tell you? How many times must we go through this? I do not love you Not any more. You ripped my fragile heart out And slammed it to the floor. You slit my wrists And chained me to the wall. You beat me to death So no, I don’t love you at all. Why do you do this? Why must I be your obsession? I am nothing, not even pretty Yet you still cause this depression. You’re killing me, Why can’t you see this? Depressed is what I’ve become, Now I’m standing up, and balling my fists I’ll take my heart and lock it up Somewhere it can not be found. I’ll slit my wrists and hide the pain And bleed until I drown. I’ll rid you of your best obsession And kill myself before you I may never escape this depression But at least I’ll be away from you. Please don’t say you want me back, For I am just a ghost. Don’t you dare cry on my grave, Or else I will haunt your soul.Category: Creative Writing, Features, Poetry, Short Story
I like the poetry. The formatting near the bottom is not visually appealing (was that purposeful?) It is also a bit short, with only 211 words, therefore missing 33% of the minimum number of words (300.)
You also might want to correct your profile, “Editor and Chief”.
i fixed the format, i hadn’t realized it was messed up at the bottom.
wow… this was just wow… and depressing but really good poetry. Still has a little bit of error but still pretty amazing.