Remembering

Lol, this was our last assignment for English III, and after I was done writing it, I asked the teacher if we could have poetic freedom. XD

Remembering

Nobody understands me;
I sound like a drone,
Another teenager with a broken home,
Don’t give a fuck about anything;
Crying about another broken heart,
Calling this shit that I write art.
I remember when I was happy,
When things used to be good,
I couldn’t make myself frown,
And as sappy as that sounds,
I miss it and I want it back;
It’s too late, I blew my chance.
It’s over, done for, no last dance.
I’ll never be a fairytale princess,
But i’ll never be a demon either,
I’m stuck in-between, forced to remember;
Would you like to hear? It’d be my pleasure.
For as long as I can remember, i’ve had a curse;
I can make people happy, but then it gets worse.
I fuck with your mind without a care,
And you never notice until it’s too late;
And I just keep messing and screwing with you,
Don’t blame me, It’s not my fault,
I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.
I feel everything you feel,
I hurt every time you hurt.
Oh God, is this all I’m worth?
With each new victim it gets worse,
Building and building thanks to this curse.
There’s no way to end it, except for death,
So if you really want it, I will kill myself.
I have the best intentions,
I always have and I always will,
But some little voice tells me to go for the kill.
I try not to listen, I promise,
Clawing at my ears and my face;
They just keep talking; help me!?
Nevermind, don’t help me, it’s not worht it,
I’ll only hurt you, fuck it.
I’m tired of remembering;
I’m tired of crying;
And most of all, i’m tired of writing.
This is the last poem of mine that you’ll read,
So I truly hope you don’t remember me.

-Kara-

On a side note…today was my mom’s birthday. I neglected to make her anything. /: I feel bad..but idk.

Finals tomorrow and Wednesday. Woo.