A Game?

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    A Game?

    The bruises and scars.
    The wounds and marks.
    Wounds of the flesh,
    and wounds of sharks.

    You told me no more,
    you said you were done.
    But truth be told,
    You needed more fun.

    You pulled out the board,
    you pulled out the knife.
    You had your fun,
    but ruined my life.

    I don't need you,
    but you need me.
    Your so wrapped in your game,
    you didn't hear my plea.

    I'm shattered and broken
    upon the floor.
    You said nothing at all,
    just walked out the door.

    I'm bruised and bloody
    dieing alone.
    If you hadn't done,
    how much could I have grown?

    You though it was fun,
    it was just a game.
    I was weak,
    I am to blame.

    My body is cold,
    I can see the light.
    I'm ashamed of my life,
    that I couldn't fight.

    If this were all different,
    if this were not real.
    Would I be happy,
    how would it feel?

    It's all over now,
    I'm leaving this place.
    But the last thing I'll see,
    is your horrid face.

    But I know I'll be happy,
    wherever I go.
    and know you must reap
    all that you sow

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    foundmyheart commented on A Game?

    07-03-2009

    this is so sad i can feel your pain this is better then what i can write

    LizE commented on A Game?

    04-13-2009

    Really incredible poem. What about changing the last line to and know you must reap all that you sow

    Cin commented on A Game?

    02-01-2009

    I like your writings. Everything flows. You are very good.

    lonewolf commented on A Game?

    01-25-2009

    Beautifully written Em. You show such strength and courage.

    Realistic commented on A Game?

    01-25-2009

    wow hun...now you are my favorite poet. never think of yourself as less writting like that! Very proud of you! Be proud of yourself.

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    Emilia’s Poems (17)

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    Unreal 0
    Mask 0
    Found. 2
    Fit In 1
    Imaginary 0
    Destiny 1
    Empty 2
    Mental Warning 0
    Life 0
    Distance 1
    Keep going 2
    God's Tears? 1
    Heart 3
    Insane? 7
    A Game? 9
    Dead.... 5
    Death or Freedom? 4