Fucked Up

By Arsonick

This is one of my poems that I wrote when I first got into writing. The rhyming is a little bit simple but I like it so here it is...


All alone in my room,
All this hurt crushes down on me,
I will be gone soon,
Oh why couldn't they look and see?

My soul slowly dies,
Decay fills the air,
Covered now with flies,
Look inside me if you dare.

Fuck you, You fucking bastards,
I died before your eyes and,
you fucking sat there. You
watched me tear myself apart.
You saw me slowly die. You
Could have fucking saved me.
But its to late now,
I'll see you all in hell...


12ga loaded by my bed,
now I'm almost gone.
Put it to my head,
What the fuck was so wrong?

Now I lie there on the floor,
My hurt and hatred bleeding out.
How long till someone opens the door?
And finds out how I hurt.

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Copyright 2004 Arsonick
Published on Wednesday, June 9, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • SilencedAngel On Sunday, June 13, 2004, SilencedAngel (52)By person wrote:

    Very good work

  • A former member wrote: Powerful and filled with angst. Very heavy. Keep up the great work. Great poem Arsonick.

  • A former member wrote: i kno how u feel and its not the best feeling to have . good write

  • sixsixnine On Wednesday, June 9, 2004, sixsixnine (476)By person wrote:

    very nice * i liked this piece * 669 *

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