My Life and How She Ruined It (Part 1 See Part 2 It Was Too Long)
My life is broken
My dreams are crushed
I cant trust her
And my life is wrecked
My plans are destroyed
And my life is down the drain
They are mad
And they hate me
The broken one is dying
I cant do anything
I’m not in the mood
Suicide isn’t an option
My sweater is gone
My gasses broke
Body out of shape
Invisible
I know mom is right
But I just cant do it
If her parents knew who she was
They’d kill her
She deserves it
She wrecked my life
There are no loopholes
I want to die
I want to die
I just cant take this anymore
If I were not born would it have been better
For her
For them
For my family
For my old friends?
I am dead
And broke
My parents cant afford me
My aunt lost her job
With the bad economy
It makes my heart throb
I should get a job
To help pay
Should I sell all my stuff
Or just move away?
I was just in heaven
On cloud 100
Higher than high
Then I fell to hell!
Burning in fire
In a big pit
And I keep sinking deeper
And soon I’ll be dead.
I cant do this
I’m not suppose to cry
But I fell and fell
And well now the reader of this can just go to hell!
So go away and live your life I’ll just burn in hell
And be a lifeless piece of knife
He yells
She yells
Everything is destroyed
I should just leave and sell everything
They could still get a good probably $750 for this laptop
130 for my new camera
A good 20 for my computer stand
Probably 35 for my old computer
And maybe 120 all together for my animals
500 for the piano
150 for my waterbed
15 for my rug
And more for all my toys downstairs
I want to die
I want to die
School is a bore
I am already a dork
I’m just another spoon or fork
I hate my life and I hate her
If he was here I cry to him
But he is dead
I cant go to his/grandma/my dog
My life is a mess
I hate it
I want to go to my aunt’s house
I want to move
To die
To cry
To murder
To sue
To leave money for my parents
Them kill myself
I cant go
Not like this
She stormed out
He is incredibly angry
Because of me
Because of life
Because of her!
My life is wrecked
But because of mine so is theirs
I want to fit it
But I can’t
They yell and scream
I tighten and cry
I can’t get between them it’s like they pick sides
They have frustrations
Because of me
But if I wasn’t born they wouldn’t have
They could be
Alone
Peaceful
Happy
Stress free
But that’s not the cause I am here
Wishing I’m not
And it’s all because of her
That I’m put on the spot
Copyright © Rhonda Osheim | Year Posted 2009
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