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no one understands me

10-12-2009 at 11:07:33 AM

no one understands me

This is a poem that i wrote that ppl tells me that needs work.

Quote:
No one understands me
they all think im bad
if im all stressed out
i get very mad
i cussed a student out
she wouldnt leave me alone
The teacher told me to quit
i gave her a nasty tone
so she wrote me up
and now im out
in ALO
i wanna scream and shout
i really hate my life
i wanna end it now
with a butchers knife
my life sux
alot of fucking balls
i jump and scream
in the crowded halls
bitchs wanna talk
about me behind my back
they think that i cant hear them
that i know is a fact
i wanted to knock them out
maybe a sense or two.
now im in deep shyt
my sky is no more blue.
stab me with a toothpick
and end all these tears
ill never get to see the one i love
maybe a day maybe years.
I finally fell in love
and now its all down the drain
ill never get to talk to him
not now, not again
Ill get bitched at by my parents
and ill feel alot of pain
ill be homeless and broke
ill be normal and plain.
the world today is in chaos
and no one understands
whats in my mind
then whats in my hand.
ill never think twice of killing myself
im depressed and insane
the way i think
of life and love
is so inane.
so dont think im good
and that i will survive
i may be still living
but i only have 2 lives
one is completely good
and loves to be sweet
the other hates the world
and will kill and beat
i have to sides of me
and they are so out there
no one will ever know
no one will ever care.
so no one understands
what i feel inside
so right now ill cry while i die.

10-14-2009 at 06:53:57 PM

Re: no one understands me

Hello I can't say that I understand all of this piece of work butg it sounds like you were in a lot of pain because of a lost love or at least you felt that it was LOST, you reconize yourelf that it needs work but at the same time I think it was more of a release then anything else and for that I can apreciate your words, I hope that things in your life are a little better then they were when you wrote this, you sound like you have soooo much to offer honest, please don't give up with your writing you will find it will help sort out things at times as it has done for me, all I really meant to say is thank you for sharing and don't stop writing you've got so much potentional and pasion, sometimes anger is good if directed correctly, again thank you , sincerely WARSAW

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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