His neverending story

by MisterScabbedWings   Aug 19, 2005


He was the first born son of two
Life for him had just begun
Had his parents attention and pride
Until they had a younger son

Even though his brother was preferred
Never he would feel jealousy
Move on with his life
Trying to find love intensely

Treated horribly by his first girlfriend
He thought that's how it was supposed to be
After two years he finally broke it up
For the first time felt really free

Always a prisoner to someone
He would do as he was told
Only wanted to help
But they always treated him cold

Abused by other girls who he liked
And never would he get upset
High school finally over
Leaving his family, now in a jet

Even though no one would support him
He would go on with his life
Trying to meet the objectives
Of surviving and finding a wife

Fired from his job
Women in him had no more interest
Everything was going wrong
Still carrying all the pain in his chest

One day woke up with a smile
Realized what was the solution
His life a waste of time
His death the biggest contribution

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gesselle Valle

    Just want you to know that you have become someone special to me...your poems can be sad or funny, full of love or anger...but not matter the way you write them, they bring a smile to my face...and I feel that there's always hope for a better tomorrow..you're one in a million, a really special and goodhearted guy. Thanks so much for your comment, and I would cross the sea for you if you ever need me to, don't forget

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