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Nonconforming, Dead

Poetry By: Emily Johnson
Poetry


More of me.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2011    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Dead
I'm a failure at life and love and sex and I always thought that I was the best but
In the end it's all tears no joy; pure pain
And I am left standing here in the cool, pouring rain
I peer past the dirt, rust, rot, and dust and I
See you standing there smiling, playing with her hair
And I was gonna walk to you and beg you please
When I remembered when you said to me,
"No I'll never get with you again, not again 3 times is enough chances not even
To mention, it wasn't my choice- you said it, you did it, all your fault
I don't want you" his words they hurt like salt
In the wound digging in deeper the cuts are getting worse
Faster they burn and more pain hell is burning inside me
I'm gonna snap it's all a trap stop no! What are you doing I'll have
Nowhere to go nowhere to stay life is leading astray I can't stop crying everyone
I love is dying he only wants to listen he wont be there really understanding me
My soul will never be set free.
I want to be left alone and ignored without him
When his heart leaves me my life leaves as well.
I gave him everything I gave him my all I never
Should have I feel so small and lost and alone and
Frost is falling on me now, I don't know how, when
It was rain, now snow? I'm in pain and I'm giving in,
I'm conforming, dead.




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