The Tragic Tale of Jordan Craig
I'm smart, kind, odd, and strange
Everyone thinks I need to change
I know I should it would really be better
So now I leave you this full truth letter.
I can't change over night no matter how bad you want me to
Only one person has kept me from the knife; it's not you.
No friends, no love, only pain
There is nothing I can further gain.
If all i can do is fail and be wrong
I don't think i shall live very long
I hve big dreams and hopes that just wont come true
Much like how I'll never hear "I love you"
I'm fat, ugly and hated by all
Just put a rope over the door add my neck and fall.
Even when I try to turn my life around
I end up broken, bleeding, face down on the ground.
Pain, pain, pain, that's all I ever feel
Someone please tell me I'll wake up and this not be real
My life is a funnle always going down, down, down
Never a simmle upon my face always a frown.
I kow these aren't the best days of my life
I've choosen not a husband but a wife
Just in case you didn't know your child is gay
You got a freak for a kid hip, hip, hooray.
OCD, epilespy, what next?
Answer depression; I'm hexed.
The knife my only true friend
Sorry for the pain but it's the end.
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