READ MY POEM
wow, my summer offically SUCKS. if your idea of fun is waking up at 7.00 every morning to suffer almost three hours of swimming, then you are a fuking mental case. i havent swam in soo many months and for some reason coaches think it is fun to torture you. 5 sets of four 100's on decending intervals are not fun (if you have no idea what i just said just trust me on the fact its torture). after practice i hung around the pool till 11.00 with sara then i walked home and ate and showered. i was going to ride my bike back to the pool, but it wound up thundering and raining, so i just stayed in and finished the last 200 pages of harry potter in about two hours. it wasnt that bad, on the count i could barely move. at 5.00 i went back to the pool to find the mini-meet was cancelled, so i helped erin with the little kids practice and then just stayed until about 6.15 and dove off the diving boards and stuff. i came home, took another shower, ate dinner and just chilled. i did my winsor palitis or however you spell it and finally finished editing my poem!! so here it is..
You told me that I wasn’t good enough, that I was
Too immature. You said I would never have that
One opportunity. You told me that I wasn’t captivating
Enough; all my makeup was a waste.
You said that I could never be your girl.
As you wish.
I wanted to tell you that you were my world, you were
My motivation for living. I wanted to tell you that I loved you,
But I knew that those three words were never
Meant to be spoken from me to you.
As you wish.
So now as I sit here, I want you to know
My soul is full of anger and guilt. I am mad
That I missed my one chance. The chance I once hoped
For you and me. Now I feel hatred towards this world.
As you wish.
You would fill my mind with depressing thoughts,
All those appalling words you said. You told me
To breathe my last breath and speak my last words.
You have damaged my sprits, shattered every last
Bit of confidence. My heart has felt as if it has stopped
Beating and it was becoming too difficult to hang on.
Now, the knife lies blood-spattered by my side.
As you wish.
tell me what you think about my crappy poem. its the first thing i have wrote in a while, so please tell me what you think. leave a comment.
i keep thinking if i had done things differently, it would not have ended up like this.
You told me that I wasn’t good enough, that I was
Too immature. You said I would never have that
One opportunity. You told me that I wasn’t captivating
Enough; all my makeup was a waste.
You said that I could never be your girl.
As you wish.
I wanted to tell you that you were my world, you were
My motivation for living. I wanted to tell you that I loved you,
But I knew that those three words were never
Meant to be spoken from me to you.
As you wish.
So now as I sit here, I want you to know
My soul is full of anger and guilt. I am mad
That I missed my one chance. The chance I once hoped
For you and me. Now I feel hatred towards this world.
As you wish.
You would fill my mind with depressing thoughts,
All those appalling words you said. You told me
To breathe my last breath and speak my last words.
You have damaged my sprits, shattered every last
Bit of confidence. My heart has felt as if it has stopped
Beating and it was becoming too difficult to hang on.
Now, the knife lies blood-spattered by my side.
As you wish.
tell me what you think about my crappy poem. its the first thing i have wrote in a while, so please tell me what you think. leave a comment.
i keep thinking if i had done things differently, it would not have ended up like this.