Biography of Trysta Due
Poetry has been my venting space, and it has helped me a lot. With out my poems I don't believe I'd ever be where I am today, they make and made me the person that I am today along with the things that I've gone through. All of the poems I've written come from my experiences and my thoughts and nothing could make a poem more meaningful.
Trysta Due's Works:
I don't have any published books.
Trysta Due Poems
The Way You Treat Me
Why do you treat me the way you do? Why did you treat me like shit when you knew I loved you? Well I just want you to know that everynight I've cried And everynow and then I'd wish that I'd died
To you I am not loving, to you I am not sweet you don't think I am caring, Why did we even meet?
You never lied to me, You were always there for me, Why did you stab me in the back? I didn't do anything to you,
I think of you all day and all night and when I'm with you your arms hold me tight the good and the bad times, we've been through them all
My heaven is my fireplace at which my heart will burn my soul is never at its ease and love has yet to learn.
Being There For Me
When things make me sad, or my sister makes me mad, you always seem to be there, cheering me up and making me smile.
The skin of my wrist to the blade of this knife I just want to die, I'm sick of this life I wanted to believe all the things that you said But the feelings I once had for you are now dead
I fall again Just to be caught And all those dreams Have been forgot,
I know what I did was wrong Having said things I didn't mean, And I regret all that's happened For I should've just seen,
Falling Head Over Heels
I just don't know where to start When I'm talking from my heart, Trying to tell you that, 'I love you' But always afraid of what you'll do.
Why did I believe all their lies That it was all just an accident, Tears swell in my eyes When I remember the incident;
Not Good Today
Things aren't goig good today I avoid you just to stay, Alone I am to watch this hell A turning fate for me to tell.
My whole world was falling apart, But when I met you You mended my heart, Could this love really be true?
Do I like him? Do I hate him? I'm so confused! And I can't get my facts straight.
The skin of my wrist to the blade of this knife
I just want to die, I'm sick of this life
I wanted to believe all the things that you said
But the feelings I once had for you are now dead
You told me you loved me, you said that you cared
But you lied and now I know that life isn't fair
Now I sit in this empty room with a gun to my head
Don't try and stop me,1 shot and I'm dead.