PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Feelings cut deep

Every time I try to give

It hurts inside

When all I know is how to live



No one knows how I feel

Nobody cares for me

I hate this feeling

But it always comes back to me



You say it's my fault,

That you, I ignored.

Too bad I never knew

That I, you abored.



If you had told me (months ago)

I wouldn't have cared.

But so much time has passed,

And my feelings not spared.



Now you sit in joy,

Feeling you are free.

But what you don't feel,

Is my hate for thee



Now you know,

That I live in hate.

I dwell in darkness,

And my wrath will not abate.