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no one understands meThis is a poem that i wrote that ppl tells me that needs work. Quote:
No one understands me they all think im bad if im all stressed out i get very mad i cussed a student out she wouldnt leave me alone The teacher told me to quit i gave her a nasty tone so she wrote me up and now im out in ALO i wanna scream and shout i really hate my life i wanna end it now with a butchers knife my life sux alot of fucking balls i jump and scream in the crowded halls bitchs wanna talk about me behind my back they think that i cant hear them that i know is a fact i wanted to knock them out maybe a sense or two. now im in deep shyt my sky is no more blue. stab me with a toothpick and end all these tears ill never get to see the one i love maybe a day maybe years. I finally fell in love and now its all down the drain ill never get to talk to him not now, not again Ill get bitched at by my parents and ill feel alot of pain ill be homeless and broke ill be normal and plain. the world today is in chaos and no one understands whats in my mind then whats in my hand. ill never think twice of killing myself im depressed and insane the way i think of life and love is so inane. so dont think im good and that i will survive i may be still living but i only have 2 lives one is completely good and loves to be sweet the other hates the world and will kill and beat i have to sides of me and they are so out there no one will ever know no one will ever care. so no one understands what i feel inside so right now ill cry while i die. |
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Re: no one understands meHello I can't say that I understand all of this piece of work butg it sounds like you were in a lot of pain because of a lost love or at least you felt that it was LOST, you reconize yourelf that it needs work but at the same time I think it was more of a release then anything else and for that I can apreciate your words, I hope that things in your life are a little better then they were when you wrote this, you sound like you have soooo much to offer honest, please don't give up with your writing you will find it will help sort out things at times as it has done for me, all I really meant to say is thank you for sharing and don't stop writing you've got so much potentional and pasion, sometimes anger is good if directed correctly, again thank you , sincerely WARSAW |
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.