Untitled Poem #1
Date: Sep 5th, 2004 6:45:33 am - Subscribe
Mood: defeated
The pain you put me through
While everyone thinks, "Poor you, poor you."
No one knows what it's like to lose
Their paramour to a noose when they're
Fifteen and still suffering High School Blues
You died that day
Well, so did a lot of people
A whole town, a whole lot more
The guilt and the suffering changed us all
I thought that you loved me
But I guess you never really did
I felt like nothing without you
When you left, the need for love
Became greater than my self-respect
So I ended up on a carpet in a room
Screaming "NO!" as I lost more another time
In my quest for love
Or acceptance by someone out there
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