KrIsTiNa CoTTo

Rookie (may 3rd / milwaukee)

Brutal Reality - Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo

My brain exploded last night and it went all over. i stood above you as you leaned over me and begged for me to come back. i seen you cry i seen you hurt but no matter how hard or how long you pleaded for me i was gone.the last thing you said to me was i want you out of my life....then came the truck that took my life. it smashed into me banging me and smashing me 20 feet and smashing me on the concrete. i died instantly. your leg was broken but you ran, you ran as fast as you cood to get to me. to help me to save me. but it was too late.
i died along time ago, my heart took its last pump when you stopped looking at me. when you became something other than the one i knew and adoraded. when ur attention went no longer on me. when i was the last of ur worries and when you didnt notice if i was even took me as a joke and didnt c me like before.i missed you tons and wanted and wanted an armful of you but instead i got an armful of tears and lonlieness. i feared this day wen you wood finally notice me but this time its too late, im gone, im dead. you notice me when im bloody, broken, and not breathing and now ur feeling sad.theres nothing you can do no second third or fourth chance nothing but terrible memories for you to you look back and regret these times and wish for another day with me. you think of a million ways it coodve went different but no time to do it. what difference does it make if im gone? huh what difference? , ill tell you, no differnece. i was invisble then as now i am too. its something you wished for, hoped for, prayed for. Are you happy? cuz you certantly got ur way. you woke up the next day and relized how terrible you were hoe vulgre, aggressive, and mean you were.chanting over nad over why oh why please come back. not knowing it was a nightmare seeming like reality. a bitter taste of a life with out me, a glance of my life in our life as you treat me.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

this poem is like a metaphor and it expresses how i was feeling at time like i was dead from my pain. I like it cuz it is shocking and that is what i wanted. This is one of my favorites.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

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