D.a.m.n

by Jamie   Oct 8, 2005


I guess I wear my misery
Like a tattered dress
The rips are all the feelings
I failed to express

I tried biting out my heart
But my mouth couldnt reach
So I screamed away the hatred
The sound played as the bleach

I keep writing these poems
Over and over and f.u.c.king again
I dont know what Im doing
But they help or so I can pretend

Yeah, damn, that didnt rhyme
But I really dont give a s.h.i.t
Cause I cant do a f.u.c.king thing
To make you not forget

But Im going to stop now
For all Im left is high and dry
Words that you wont hear
Wont help me no matter how hard I try

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  • 18 years ago

    by Carmen

    That is so true. i can understand this. i jsut sometimes wish, he would read these poems, and i know he'd know its for him. i could only hope... 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Britney

    Wow Jamie very nice poem and yopur far from retarded lol.. that was a wonderful poem... 5/5!

  • 18 years ago

    by Falling Up

    Wow i really like this poem also, because it actually makes sense of things.. like, writting poems makes me feel better, but why? its just writting your feelings down... like, no one is going to be able to help me through my problems anyways, cause who is honestly going to hear me ? but sitll it helps, and i dont know why. but i love this poem so much.

  • 18 years ago

    by Andrea

    Interesting wording...but still really good

  • 18 years ago

    by ~Black*Rose~

    I'm not quite sure who you were talking about, But i liked the flow, and the emotion.

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