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by A Victim of Fate Jan 1, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A war rages inside this fragile body of mine That hurts like a son of a gun And draws a crooked line. You see you hit me in the lowest spot known to me Attacking not me but my friends loyalty Now it all seems like one big tragedy. I look at you and I've convinced myself I see pain Deep down behind the walls you've built My fortress though only rubble will remain. It is all your fault and you know it too That I am hurting inside and crying Lost and confused with no idea what to do. You go on with your life Pretend I am not here For it'll only cause you more strife. They all say to give up this hope To let you go and stop mourning But see that trully is how with it I cope. I've become the soft and the weak The crying damsel in distress Looking for the answers I seek Not wanting more but accepting less. I see you and I want to beg you to forgive what I haven't done To laugh and talk and smile at me again No matter if tomorrow I'll be hung. You see deep done inside it's you who falls and me who lands Right now though you are up and I down And nobody understands.