Soul Cry /Forbidden Fruit
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
740
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Think rant.
This is a poem I wrote a while ago now when I was very frustraited at someone. I was pretty pissed off.
Piss and moan,
piss and moan,
This is all I ever hear from you.
You say that people hate you,
You say they just don't care.
Yet when someone tries to show they do,
Where are you?
Putting them down.
Rubbing their souls into the ground.
When someone tries to give you part of their heart,
You shove it away like it's a poisonous dart.
Someone tries to give you advice,
And all you do is throw it back in their face.
Someone worries about you,
You scoff it off like it's a worn out shoe.
I could be like you.
Not care about anyone but myself.
But then I may as well stop breathing.
I may as well take out my knife and start the bleeding.
Why?
Because to stop caring is to stop living.
Keep your friends close and your enimies closer.
This is why I care.
I can't stop caring anymore than I can stop breathing.
For what life is this where caring for others is wrong.
Where their life is meaningless comepared to our own?
So even if I hate you with all my heart,
Remember this and your life might start.
Weather I want to or not I will always care.
I can't stop it, it's just like breathing the air.
You say you're my firend,
Yet you back stabb me in the end.
This tomb is of your own making,
The blame is what you'll be takiing.
So go on, tear my heart in two.
See how far it will get you.
Leave me with my empty shell.
As I say go to fucking hell!
Piss and moan,
piss and moan,
This is all I ever hear from you.
You say that people hate you,
You say they just don't care.
Yet when someone tries to show they do,
Where are you?
Putting them down.
Rubbing their souls into the ground.
When someone tries to give you part of their heart,
You shove it away like it's a poisonous dart.
Someone tries to give you advice,
And all you do is throw it back in their face.
Someone worries about you,
You scoff it off like it's a worn out shoe.
I could be like you.
Not care about anyone but myself.
But then I may as well stop breathing.
I may as well take out my knife and start the bleeding.
Why?
Because to stop caring is to stop living.
Keep your friends close and your enimies closer.
This is why I care.
I can't stop caring anymore than I can stop breathing.
For what life is this where caring for others is wrong.
Where their life is meaningless comepared to our own?
So even if I hate you with all my heart,
Remember this and your life might start.
Weather I want to or not I will always care.
I can't stop it, it's just like breathing the air.
You say you're my firend,
Yet you back stabb me in the end.
This tomb is of your own making,
The blame is what you'll be takiing.
So go on, tear my heart in two.
See how far it will get you.
Leave me with my empty shell.
As I say go to fucking hell!