Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
To My Darling C, May Rot In Hell
You led me along with you false promises, you said so yourself.
I said I wasn't mad but the truth is that I am furious!
Once again I am hurt, left out to die.
I have guarded my heart so long, only to have it torn down by you
What gave you the right to toy with my emotions and make me believe?
You used me, you said so yourself.
I made myself believe in your dark fantasies, I admit it was childish.
It is ironic how your true feelings come out when you have nothing left to lose.
I said so myself.
After it was all over you made yourself the victim, what a pathetic joke.
But maybe I am the joke for letting you in and thinking it could work, we both knew it wouldn't
Too bad that I am the one with the scars and you walked away unharmed.
You're use to doing this, manipulating girls and twisting them to your sickness.
All you ever wanted was sex, don't try and deny it,
All you ever did was tie me to you sexual desires
A sexy nurse? That I may be, but I would let you die before reviving you
Isn't it funny that you played along with me until you found out my pure blood would not be purged by you?
No it isn't funny at all, I said so myself.
But it doesn't matter anymore, not really
Because I am getting my revenge now!
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