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A Ruined Heart.
0 ReviewsA poem that I wrote to release some of my emotions. Hope it's okay. :'(
Well, I wrote this today, because my emotions are sky-high at the moment. I have been told that we are moving to Australia (I really don’t want to go. I also hate their accents, which is VERY helpful :l), I have become a third wheel in a friendship that I really thought would work, I have just broken up with my boyfriend that I have had for 3 years and I am being ignored at everything I do. To be honest I don’t blame my emotions for being sky-high, I have been through a lot. Well, pen to paper and let the pen do the talking again. : ‘ (
Rhianna xx :o)
A Ruined Heart
I tend to look out my window,
Whenever I’m upset.
I either look out into the darkness,
Or watch the early sunset.
I watch for people walking by,
Through my street and past my door.
Wishing I knew some people like them,
Like the ones I did before.
I know that I blew my luck,
With most of the friends I’ve had.
But did I really deserve the punishment?
Did I really do that bad?
I used to get mocked and named,
They made my life a hell.
But they all thought it was funny,
The fact, I had no one to tell.
I’d sit in my room and cry all day,
Just like they wanted me to.
I sat and reflected what I’d done,
And all the friendships that I blew.
To me my life seemed quite tough,
But I know there are people with worse.
But why did I have to get this life?
It was like I had a curse.
A curse to have a miserable life,
What a wonderful thing to obtain.
And with that thought it made me cry,
And my heart have so much pain.
Well, that’s my poem/story, Please Rate & Review! : ‘ (
Rhianna xx :o)
Rhianna xx :o)
A Ruined Heart
I tend to look out my window,
Whenever I’m upset.
I either look out into the darkness,
Or watch the early sunset.
I watch for people walking by,
Through my street and past my door.
Wishing I knew some people like them,
Like the ones I did before.
I know that I blew my luck,
With most of the friends I’ve had.
But did I really deserve the punishment?
Did I really do that bad?
I used to get mocked and named,
They made my life a hell.
But they all thought it was funny,
The fact, I had no one to tell.
I’d sit in my room and cry all day,
Just like they wanted me to.
I sat and reflected what I’d done,
And all the friendships that I blew.
To me my life seemed quite tough,
But I know there are people with worse.
But why did I have to get this life?
It was like I had a curse.
A curse to have a miserable life,
What a wonderful thing to obtain.
And with that thought it made me cry,
And my heart have so much pain.
Well, that’s my poem/story, Please Rate & Review! : ‘ (
Rhianna xx :o)
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