Promises, Promises

by Little Dot   Jun 26, 2006


Promise you will not cut
I will help you out of the rut

Promise suicide is not for you
Our love will pull you through

Promise to be happy again
You have so much to obtain

Promise me you will always love me
Nothing comes for free

Promise to hold my hand
Our life together is so grand

Promise to always be my best friend
We will be with each other to the end

Promise to stay with me forever
Nothing can tear us apart whatsoever

Promise nothing can pull us apart
I never want us to depart

But they never came true
He couldn't pull through

Until one night he died
I layed by his side

They were all broken promises
Now there lay two corpses

- This was based on one of my friends who made me promise to him that I wouldn't cut or try to commit suicide. He made me promise these things after he cheated on me with my best friend and when I got very depressed again. -

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bluey!

    Yet again you amaze me, i'll make sure to read more of your poems once I get more time.

    I'd like to apologize for answering you so late though, been uhm lets call it busy.

    I know how it feels to be depressed, and I noticed that the majority of your beautiful poems are sad poems or the likes, should you ever need someone to talk to then let me know, you may not know me, but i'm here for you should you need it

    5/5
    /Bluey

  • 17 years ago

    by Tru

    Very well written. Made me think about things I havent thought about in years. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Nelle

    Aww, really sad! but i loved it 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by brkendown

    Great poem!! and full of life! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    Wow, I think you had a brilliant message here, that was really touching, but I almost think that your rhyming pattern took away from that. Your rhyming forced you lines into varying lengthes and stopped you from being about to use the diction that would really bring this poem to life. This is a huge, passionate subject about promises and how the were broken. Make it so emotional that people cry, the scream inside because it is so sorrowful and so true. Give this poem a life of it's own. Describe the agony of feeling those broken promises. How did you feel to see the "you" dead? What was going through your peom dead? What caused you to do everything you wanted the "you" to promise not to do? Suicide and cutting and death are powerful subjects, but if you don't bring them to life with emotion, the poem can't stand as strong on it's own. Please don't be offended, if you like the poem just the way it is, them ignore what I said about it, they are only suggestions after all.
    -Tainted