****WARNING!! : Strong Language****

One, Two. I screamed for you,
Three, Four I fell to the floor.
Five Six, You were a prick.
Seven Eight, I was never straight.
Nine, Ten It happened again.
Take me to a place where my pain is no more
And I don’t have dreams of being a whore.
Why do I fight if I am so strong?
And why is it when I am right I still believe I am wrong?
Why is a crooked letter, just like my mind.
How can I let go of something that I simply can’t find?
Why do I write a verse if it is never read?
And why do I think if it fucks up my head?
Why do I speak if I make no sense?
I thought I was smarter than this….am I really that dense?
Why, Why, Why! Is a word that haunts my brain.
No answers just questions AGGR! I’m going insane.
Why did you do this? Was it your game?
Tell me you asshole….do you not have shame?
Take my heart, and I hope to die.
I mourn your loss, I still fucken cry.

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Dani

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.