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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What I do to deserve this heartbreak, this horrid and unnatural pain, this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously as the time ticks away, and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul and my heart turns pale and slowly beats. My heart is torn in two, and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up. I ask an old man, how does love go about, he smaked me in the face and went on. The pain and the sorrow, it is too much to feel, too much to gain in one serving, When I eat, I taste posion, not passion, familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse. I don't understand why I deserve this. I am a good man, who loves with open arms and a big heart. With every hug I give, I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back, I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds, suicidal tendencies roll through my mine, but I quickly throw them out, because Mama didn't raise no coward. I see the blow, I clench my fists and swing away, God cries wanting to stop this madness, Death laughs and soon joins in, people join in and punch away. I lay there on the concret blood everywhere, my heart torn out of my chest, each with a thousand knives stabbed in it, as it slowly beats, I lay their on the pavement, looking up to the heavenly skies, and as it starts to rain droplets of hope I ask myself, What did I do to deserve this? Then, I shall close my eyes and rest for awhile. -9/23/13- Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day. P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!
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