TheKittyMan

Again, most of my stuff tends to be DEPRESSING. It comes from me being unhappy emotionally and because of my inability to appreciate the things I actually DO have compared to the things that I want. I don’t think I want that much, but it seems to be a pretty fucking tall order. I don’t think that I’m some sort of real poet, but I like to write what comes to my mind. Just what comes to me and how I’m feeling at the moment. Most of it doesn’t have much of a pattern or style other than whiny. This is from 12/17/09. I sort of wish I had all of my stuff dated, but whatever. At least this stuff has a date. Well, here’s another piece of what could laughably be called poetry I guess. Enjoy.

You walk out the door
I’m longing for more
but the only thing left is this empty soul
what should have brought us together
only tore us apart
Nothing is left but my broken heart
Your footsteps, they echo as you walk away
I only wish that for one more day
We could be happy, in our little home
But it’s not what you wanted and left me alone
These walls are a prison and I want out
You left me with nothing but tears on my face
I hate myself for wanting you back
You brought me the only joy I had in my life
To you it meant nothing, for me, the world
This life has torn me apart
I knew it would kill me from the start
My love was the only sure thing
in this confused and unsure world
You threw it back in my face
No second thought crossing your mind
I thought you were the one
I figured this would be it
You turned away with a big fuck you
Now I’m all alone wanting to die
This life had meaning
This life had you
Now I’m rotting away