The very bitter poem thread.

This is where you write poems when you are very bitter about something that may have happened in your life that you may want to vent out through poetry. I'll be more than happy to start because it will be easy for me right now. Here it goes:

I talked to my ex-girlfriend today.
I hate her. I hate her.
I was wondering if she had my mail.
I hate her. I hate her.
All she wanted was her guitar back.
I hate her. I hate her.
The guitar she gave to me as a gift.
I hate her. I hate her.
Too bad I sold it.

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😂 hella creative TH

True story by the way.

Remembrance
by NIKKIE

She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

as sad as that is its beautiful !!

REALLY?

yes it touched me 😮 i really like it

Wow they come from the heart

you have a talent ✅

really alot of people just think i should shut up and stop thinking this shit

expression is always great in any form 😄

really wow i love how you understand your the first to thank you

you are welcome 😄 but i didnt do anything ❌ I loved your poem that all 🙂

yea but so far you under stood all of them and you dont diss me you dont know how much that means to me

well its no problem 😄 i love poetry......and i think yours was very true in todays society 🙁

yea i know i have a few happy ones but not alot

no matter what people say dont be discouraged......do what you like best 😄

I liked the poem too. It actually accents my poem quite well, even though my poem was more of a vent fest.

so mine is good huh

here is another one

Confessions of a Cutter
by nikkie

Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain

Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I