Treasure Island

Heart of Ice Die Die Die

(blah. / potatoe)

Someday


You broke me,
you destroyed me
You ruined everything
I've ever worked for.
I'm scarred,
permanently.
Ahh!
I feel like screaming,
like crying.
I'm ready to pull my hair out.
I can't write anymore,
I'm too frustrated.
Snapping my pencil
between my fingers.
I'm sick of mind games,
sick of the big words
I'm using to try
to get my message across.
Open your ears
my people and listen,
miraculous the things you'll hear.
The things you'll understand.
Screaming, broken, and crying
I'm just sitting here.
Again.
Watch out,
you'll pay for what you've done.
Someday.

Apr.-5-10

Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Edited: Sunday, April 18, 2010
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