DEVASTATED
Devastated, that’s how you left me.
Enough, I think I’m to close to the edge.
Visually, in me, you can’t see what you’ve done.
Asshole, what I wish I could be.
Self, the only person I can depend on.
Tragedy, that’s what love is.
Alone, that’s how I feel.
Tainted, I will never be the same.
Enraged, anger always stops sadness.
Devastated, that’s how you left me.
trocka7 commented on DEVASTATED
07-04-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| untitled | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
| MY CAUSE OF DEATH | 3 | 07/04/2009 |
| My heart | 2 | 07/04/2009 |
| FREEDOM | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| HOPE NEVER DIES | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| HOPE | 2 | 06/24/2009 |
| THIS IS REALITY | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| DEVASTATED | 1 | 06/21/2009 |
| JUST ANOTHER DAY | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| Nothing Yet | 1 | 05/17/2009 |
| heartache | 0 | 03/19/2009 |
| THE SADDEST DAY | 4 | 01/28/2009 |
| MY LIFE IN MUSIC | 3 | 01/21/2009 |
| Kim's Poem | 1 | 01/20/2009 |
| UNTITLED | 2 | 01/20/2009 |
| Invincible | 1 | 01/20/2009 |
| Memories Of A Nightmare | 4 | 01/20/2009 |
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