Sometimes we do things we don't mean.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in-between.
People say I'm strange.
But I just can't change.
I need a chance.
Maybe an advance.
People tell me I need a life.
Maybe I just need a knife.
And end this hatred path.
And forget my faith.
To the people I once called my friends.
To my funeral; I hope nobody attends.
My life is just one big wreck.
At least the last time I checked.
Everything around me.
Can't you see my inner beauty?
Or is it just a myth?
Maybe the fifth.
I've lost count.
In this reckless amount.
Can someone save me from the lies?
Or could my cries.
Not be enough.
For your pitiful bluff.
Author notes
This is my first attempt at a rhyming poem.
I know it probly sucks; but, I do really like it. :]
It's sad and depressing I know, but I just had the need to make a poem like this.
Comments
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aww- courtney i hope this isnt true.... well... to tell you the truth... it made me cry.
I hope that you can feel better.. to get away from everything. But, unfortunatly, you feel how you want to feel. Great write! I really liked this.
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that is really good
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its nice
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