i cut class, this is what happened:P


liar, cheat, snake,
the titles follow me through the empty halls,
guilt bubbles softly in my stomach,
taking deep breaths,
just thinking,
the unavoidable.
cutting class.
i walk home,
it's unavoidable,
"what have i gotten myself into?!?!"
i whisper,
my words forming fog in the frozen air.
cutting class.
the phone rings,
i pick up,
"please hold"
as i click the receiver back into it's cradle
a small explosion of dread,
fills my heavy heart,
the unavoidable.
cutting class.
we need to talk,
i want to speak,
to tell you what is killing me,
it's unavoidable.
tell the truth,
destroy the lies,
come clean,
lift the weight.
i was...
cutting class.
my lesson learned.

Submitted: July 25, 2010

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Deep anguish and hurt, a definite agony pours out of each word and phrase that is written.

Use of phrase 'Cutting class' feels a little repetitive to me. But it's a poetry and not a prose. So it's for you to keep whatever you like.

Well written, keep writing.

Warm regards

Mon, August 2nd, 2010 9:39pm


lol. thanks. i was such a bad kidXD idk what i was thinking! the repedtitve cutting class was following me around that whole day. it was repeating in my mind much like the poem itself. thanks for the comment :]

Fri, August 6th, 2010 11:25pm

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