letters to a grave

 

I said id miss this but f**k that you can kiss this-love we made, consequences to an eairly grave-yeah you paved the way to break my heart-torn me apart-press restart on self control-you've dug me a hole-and layed me to rest- so wussup? did i pass your test? your the best f**k ive known-one more nail to create a broken home-alone in a make shift coma-but now im better cause its ova-

And Girl you freed my mind-while I stuck my dick deep side your stank a*s p***y-god only knows what i got-cause i know i was clean as f**k after the shot of dope to my vein-you been driving me so f*****g insane-you broke the kid-took everything, the home i knew, a sense of truth,no more cell phone calls and b***h you still break my balls-you are my trick dirt bag daughter of a b***h-here scratch this itch and tell yourself your worth it. NOT!

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

Interesting sentiment behind the poem, but the formatting is odd and your spelling is, pardon the word, atrocious. Other than the logistics, I have to say I'm confused about how you're feeling. You talk about being torn apart, then you go on to say that you've been freed and she's not worth it. Was the sense of confusion throughout the poem intentional?