I opened my heart like the gates of hell for you
And it pouredIve never opened up for anyone else.
I will never do it againEmotions poured from my lips like a dam breaking only to drown the ground I was balancing on
Slicing words and spit flung from my mouth as i screeched and put holes in walls when i found out what you did.
What you did to me.My fingertips dripped poison onto paper, spreading and slurring the lines
My fists spoke blood
My cheeks stained with tears
My carpet was no longer soft after pacing back and forth for hours
I trusted you
I will never trust again
I pored out my soul unto pages of writings
You dismissed them
I told you of my bullied and abused childhoodYou laughed in my face.
I guess all i will ever be is an attention whore to you.
If i open my wrists to expose my true being underneath
Would you say it was for attention?
Would you talk at my funeral?
Or would you stand there and pretend i never showed the signs and you did everything you could?
You broke me
You will never have respect thrown at you again when they hear what you did
Surprised?
They never expect an "angel" to burn everything to ashesDo they?
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts