No longer see the point, in stopping myself from being dead...

by Tripp   Mar 28, 2006


Sorry for the bad grammar and spelling. this poem is written about an albatross who runs my entire life. my moms boyfriend. we just got in a fight, and im seething, so i honestly dont care about grammar right now...

im not giving him the satisfaction

of seeing my will wane just an inch

him and i are caught in a mental clinch

a battle of words, my side moving uphill

the chances of me winning this fight are nill

in this life, arguments; i\\\'ve had my fill

puts us down

makes it seem like he\\\'s wearing the crown

making all think hes the king, and im the court jester, the clown

well ma, im done, tired and done

after 2 years and then some ma

this man has had his fun

torment and depression, emotional pain

im tired of this shit ma, tired of feeling lame

day after day, week after week, everything remains the same

we\\\'re put down and demeaned

no more does my smile shine with a sheen

ive turned dark, depressed and mean

i try to prevail, stay above this crap

my heart has been filled with gaps

each step, is filled with suspense and traps

every word is jumped on, my rebuttal torn to shreds

since the beginning, its been pounding in my head

as im assaulted, i look forward to dying, and honestly no longer see the point in stopping myself from being dead...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Your words...well some just stood out more than others yet there were a few in some rough places that didn't exactly heighten the suspense. The piece was very intense and there were some great lines.
    ~S3I -Faith

  • 18 years ago

    by Sorefromreality

    That sux and im srry lots...i liked the way u talked to ur mom and expressed your frustration w/ such a variety of words...ur comments mean so much to me so thx...
    p.s. if u ever stop writing im coming to conneticut to get u!! LOL... hahahaha im so funny...i kno ima dork u dont hav to tell me,
    love ya lots,
    sore

  • 18 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    WOW that was more intense than I thought agian ur talented and so young...better than me?? I think you are anyways...

    I am sry you have to put up with this crap and that it causes gaps in your life that aint right..you try telln ur mom? well either way i hope this gets better...hang on to ur gurl when things get tough....

    lataz
    lissa

  • 18 years ago

    by lost_laureate

    I feel sometimes the anger and resentment beneath the poem can be so strong that it ruins the quality of what is being written. Watch out for some dodgy character...interestin stuff..

    [lostlaureate - come find me]

  • 18 years ago

    by Alex Marlatt

    I think everyone feels like that some more than others, but you expressed yourself well, I don't mind the grammer either.

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