Line-By-Line Rant
You don’t know.
You have no idea
What I have fought
What I have been through
Every time I get my hopes up
They get destroyed again.
Every day
I have to pretend
To be happy.
I don’t trust men
At all.
I worked hard
To get so many male friends.
It’s a battle.
A battle that some of them don’t know about.
This is so hard.
Everything’s breaking again.
I really can’t take any more bad news.
I want to die.
Philius commented on Line-By-Line Rant
01-20-2011
BrokenHeart2009 commented on Line-By-Line Rant
01-09-2011
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| It Hurts. | 0 | 04/13/2011 |
| Losing My Mind//Love | 0 | 02/16/2011 |
| Sensual | 1 | 02/06/2011 |
| What? | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
| Love. | 3 | 01/09/2011 |
| Line-By-Line Rant | 2 | 12/16/2010 |
| No. | 3 | 12/03/2010 |
| Untitled 2 | 1 | 12/03/2010 |
| Journies | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| God's Mistake | 5 | 12/01/2010 |
| Untitled 1 | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
| Painter | 0 | 12/01/2010 |
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.