This isnt what I wanted back

by Finalgravedigger   Mar 19, 2005


I know its long please read its probably bad but read it.

Another blow to my face and it felt great I got back my killer instinct but something was wrong so wrong but the feeling consumed after every punch to my face I smiled I even laughed my opponent ran everyone was laughing at him but soon they would all see why he was running they had seen what I had become they said Andrew's back but know it wasnt Andrew it was a cursed fighting who went mad in a fight .No one laughed and only looking at my evil grin I had really felt bad to what I had done to my opponent cried and begged for no more I felt horrible this isn't what I wanted back I was stronger all right but this isn't what I wanted.I never knew how out of control it was I was like a murder who only liked to see blood.It was all a dream and realized this isnt what I wanted and hoped this wouldnt happen to me on my quest for that feeling please comment and vote

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  • 19 years ago

    by iwanttobalone

    much praise from me

  • 19 years ago

    by Carmen

    Wow... that'd be a weird dream o.o it sounded more like a story than a dream. 3/5
    p.s- thanks for commenting on mine

  • 19 years ago

    by GoodMorning

    hey......good poem, i like it.....sorry you got something back that you didn't really want.....thanks for saying i could e-mail you....but i don't wanna freak you out or anything, the other day i told my friend why i really cut myself, and she told me i freaked her out, that really hurt me.....and i dont wanna have that feeling again......but thanks hun......take care of yourself, and keep on writin'

    -brittnay- ((5/5))

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG

    ~*~hey, this is good, keep up the good writing....no my bro is still the same, sometimes worse, and i know theres good out there but i cant find it, everytime i look something happens~*~

  • 19 years ago

    by Billi Vermillion

    umm thanx for the comment on my poem um nice poem ur self