God You May
God, you may kill me now
I'm waiting on you alone
It seems like you hate me
And if you had a voice
I'm sure you'd say so
You take the love I felt away
You give me a burden to bear
You leave me on the edge of emptiness
I'm done playing your game
God, you may kill me now
I'm done waiting on you
If you don't do it for me
I'm going to do it for you
People now look at me like a slut
They don't want anything to do with me
No more friends, family disowns me
What more do you want me to do?
I tried talking, I tried showing signs
No one's there, no one I can talk to
I hate it all, the cause and the effect
But then again, I'm always a failure
Bad grades, bad history, bad everything
It was bound to happen, I lead them on
Apparently it's the one thing I'm good at
There's always a way to fix everything
But sometimes that fix is an escape
Escape from reality, escape from life
Whichever you call it-
It's better than here.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, December 18 2005, 04:43 pm|
Hey Scorpio! Don't say that. Pleeeease don't tell God to kill you. Regardless of how much you think you stink at something, regardless of how many people view you as a slut, regardless of the bad grades, regardless of failing, this is your only chance at life. I feel your despondence and desolation because I've gotten an F on my report card. I've set this before on this site and that is I have slow attention span. I'm always the last to grasp what is being said in class.
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, December 18 2005, 04:49 pm|
I've failed 3 SOL tests in High School; the Earth Science, Social Studies, and Math tests. On my first Earth Science test, I had a 388, but I needed at least a 400 to pass. And if I didn't pass those SOL's I wouldn't have passed to the ninth grade. I retook them over and passed Math and S.S. but still failed Earth Science. I retook Earth Science at least 4 times and still failed. So I know how it feels Scorpio. Don't give up just yet. Let people know what you're made of, and keep on motivating yourself to try and make it through yet another day. Sometimes when you gotta get it off your chest, you gotta get it off your chest. Great self-expression Scorpio. Please don't ever stop writing, you know I'm your fan.
|anonymous (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, December 18 2005, 04:53 pm|
Hey Scorpio! Let's trade places! I'm old, and I am on my way out. I will gladly trade places for your youth, an F on my grade and a new start at life. You can have my age,my sickness, pills, my knowledge,my house, fancy car and all my money. Let's trade Scorpio!
|Scorpio (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, December 18 2005, 06:39 pm|
I really appreciate it, guys. I'm trying as best as I could. Thanks though, I really appreciate it.
As for anonymous, I feel old, I have back problems, permanent defects on meds and I'm currently on my way to flunking, heeheeh. But I feel a lot better, I guess.
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