Hope That Starts The Broken Heart

by writing;onthewalls   Apr 1, 2006


I tell myself that you weren't worth it,
I tell myself that I don't care,
But yet the voice behind my mind won't escape,
Reminding me how meaningless I've become,
How many lives I've interfered with,
How many precious lives I have ruined,
I've done one thing to destroy you all,
By introducing my desperate heart.

I'm not going to let this feeling win,
I try my best to put it aside,
But I've grown tired of trying,
Tired of fighting it,
It will never grow apart from me.

I felt this attempt was going to work,
I felt my heart shall finally win,
But not when you lie to me,
The way you were leading me on,
The way you had my heart grasping you,
The way my heart has now fallen apart,
I now stand here all alone,
Wishing you never came into my life.

I'm not going to let this feeling win,
I try my best to put it aside,
But I've grown tired of trying,
Tired of fighting it,
It will never grow apart from me

She says this feeling wont last forever,
She said pull yourself together,
It's not that easy,
When you're constantly beaten up,
Your heart has been thrown away,
It's not that easy,
And I'll say she never hurt me,
And look at it as learning,
And just suck up the pain,
We weren't meant to be together,
I know I'll soon feel better,
Then why do the marks remain?

I'm not going to let this feeling win,
I try my best to put it aside,
But I've grown tired of trying,
Tired of fighting it,
It will never grow apart from me

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  • 18 years ago

    by ..eliSa*

    Wow vince i really liked it, i feel the pain in it. i assume this is about rebecca. i like the chorus a lot, it really sums things up. the one part i like the best is:
    And I'll say she never hurt me,
    And look at it as learning,
    And just suck up the pain,
    We weren't meant to be together,
    I know I'll soon feel better,
    Then why do the marks remain?
    good job vince, n im sorry you have to go through this again, u dont deserve it. keep up the good owrk:)

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