
"Remember that night?
You decided to proceed,
Proceeding with out my permission,
Pushing away your naughty hands,
Feeling so stupid and weak,
My emotions overwhelm me,
Eyeing my BFF to give her a sign,
Standing there wide-eyed at me,
Voices in my head yelling,
You decided to proceed,
Proceeding with out my permission,
Pushing away your naughty hands,
Feeling so stupid and weak,
My emotions overwhelm me,
Eyeing my BFF to give her a sign,
Standing there wide-eyed at me,
Voices in my head yelling,
"help! stop him! do something!",
But no I let him proceed.
Many years went by,
I hear she has gotten an apology from you,
Did you plan on saying to me as well?
You've had many chances to say it while I was at your house,
But I always see you in a closed door bedroom,
Only coming out for dinner and to go out,
Always leaving that house with a feeling of utter disappointment every
time.
Many more years went by,
I lie in my bed crying,
Gasping for breath,
Emotions overwhelm me once again,
Feeling stupid and weak again,
Knowing I'll never recover from this,
Asking why it has to happen twice? Why me?,
But here I am,
Still standing on my two feet on this earth,
Feeling hopeless and weak,
With a gruesome memory you've scarred into my mind for life,
The memory turns into nightmares on some nights,
Waking up to feel damp pillows,
You knew what you did that night,
You refused to accept your actions,
But no I let him proceed.
Many years went by,
I hear she has gotten an apology from you,
Did you plan on saying to me as well?
You've had many chances to say it while I was at your house,
But I always see you in a closed door bedroom,
Only coming out for dinner and to go out,
Always leaving that house with a feeling of utter disappointment every
time.
Many more years went by,
I lie in my bed crying,
Gasping for breath,
Emotions overwhelm me once again,
Feeling stupid and weak again,
Knowing I'll never recover from this,
Asking why it has to happen twice? Why me?,
But here I am,
Still standing on my two feet on this earth,
Feeling hopeless and weak,
With a gruesome memory you've scarred into my mind for life,
The memory turns into nightmares on some nights,
Waking up to feel damp pillows,
You knew what you did that night,
You refused to accept your actions,

So for that... fuck you. "
1 comment:
I like the poem.
Please do not be scared of me.
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