Arashi Posted November 26, 2004 Report Posted November 26, 2004 Tell me what really mattered to you You who proclaimed love and care Was it me or something less trivial Did you truly mean to say you loved me Or was that a lie to keep me here So that for once in your life you wouldn't feel alone That same feeling that haunts me when I sleep Kisses my cheek when I am awake And slaps my face when I am happy Perchance were you using me Like some old gaming system Waiting until something better and new arrived So you can toss me aside Only to be used again when the new breaks down Used Another one of those feelings I should be used to it by now Time and time again it slashes me Like a knife slide across my flesh Tears of blood spilling into a pool Now a days you press me for answers Asking me why I am so enraged Demanding I play your games Telling me that I know who I am If its so fucking easy then you tell me who I am Because all I know is my own words that I write the picture _______________--- (there was a pic to this but for some reason I can't use it here. I have provided a link to it if you really want to see it)
Gryphon Posted November 27, 2004 Report Posted November 27, 2004 This feels so real. I'm also sad to say that some of it I've heard before... aimed at me when I was younger. Thankfully I seem to have grown up a little since then, but your poem evokes the memories. May others learn from reading this rather than having to experience it themselves.
Arashi Posted November 28, 2004 Author Report Posted November 28, 2004 (edited) thank you for the nice reply Gryphon. When I first wrote this poem I thought "blech, this looks horrible." But then I read it a few times and it grew on me. Guess I didn't realize that the message I was trying to get across was just right at the time. Hehe, thank you low self esteem.........hmmmm. That sounds like a good title for a new poem. Edited November 28, 2004 by Arashi
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