AgratBatMahlaht

A Dream Of Death And Mellon Collie
2001-09-02 20:56:26 (UTC)

Poem

No one was ever there for me
You broke my heart
Unfaithfully
Now you want to come back again

A member of the hypocracy
A dream of death and mellon collie
You stabbed me in the back
And robbed my faith
You left me there to die
Why should I try?

I cry for you
I cry for me
I cry for all of us to see
You called me a freak
You called me a whore
You are the one who made my heart sore

A member of the hypocracy
A dream of death and mellon collie
You stabbed me in the back
And robbed me blind
You let everyone stare
Why should I care?

I was your slave
You were my God
I did what you said
But you wanted me dead
So you could have another
You tore at my self esteem
And you made me believe that i was nothing

A member of hypocracy
A dream of death and mellon collie
You stabbed me in the back
And robbed my faith
You left me there to die
Why should I try?

A member of the hypocracy
A dream of death and mellon collie
You stabbed me in the back
And robbed me blind
You let every one stare
Why should I care?

I killed myself
to make you pay
It did no good
You just ran away
Now you're stuck with what I had
A guilty conscience
That will drive you mad
Now that the tables are turned how do you feel?
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I'll admit it's not the best but I'm still working on it.
The whole story behind the poem is about my ex boyfriend.
He was sweet to me at first but then he turned into a real
dick. He'd tell me that he loved me one minute and the next
he would say I was ugly and worth nothing. We dated on and
off for about nine months. And we broke up almost every
week. One time though we went out for about three weeks,
but we got in a fight, So we planned a time that I could
stop by and see him. He wasn't home so I decided to go to
my friends house. She told me that my boyfriend was at some
other girls house and that him and this other girl were
going out and had been for about a week. I went over there
and tried to talk to him. He called me a crazy bitch and
denied ever going out with me. After that I became very
depressed and tried killing myself several times. When my
ex heard about all the pain he put me through he asked me
back out. I told him no because he would never change. He'd
always be the manipulative, abusive asshole that he was
when I dated him. I just want someone to treat me right for
a change. But anyway, I always felt that if I dumped him
then I would be responsible for killing him (him also being
suicidal) and I didnt want to be left with a guilty
concsience so I stayed with him. In my poem I die and he's
the one left with the guilty concsience.