Ugly

No one ever said this wasn't going to hurt
But this weather, it just isn't getting better
My trust is locked away inside a bomb shelter
I think its funny, how you gave up on me so fast
Never again should I take off my mask
You're so addicted, to pain, clichés and heart break
I think you're everything I hate
Fake, this isn't something you can shake
Heart ache, its a f*****g mental debate
With these stupid useless thoughts to rate
And this hole in my chest
Its got a tight grip on my breath
Chocking and stumbling you'd think I'm on meth
I'm not, it's just what you've done to me
Its fucked how you moved on so easily
Sorry, is that how I'm suppose to be?
My life's not much of a grantee
Savvy?

Author's Note

Sorry for this mass upload.
I just had an urge to post these up here.
This writing style is very new to me.
And I'm quite rusty.
So bear with be gents.

Reviews

[Geralyn Miller]

you have the seed of a really good poem; there is something wrong with the flow; try reading it aloud, it is the easiest way to figure out the problem, works for problems in punctuation or wording. (There is nothing wrong with the idea, it doesn't need to be fixed! Yea!)