Wasted
I submitted this before but didn't explain it properly. This is a story in the form of a poem that shows people can make very bad mistakes and easily breaks an innocent's heart...
She steps through his front door,
He has no clue about what he’s done,
He broke her heart in two,
He’s all she had, her only one.
She loved him so bad,
And he gave it all up,
But as she suffers, he doesn’t realize
He should never have gone through with the break up.
She now creeps through his house,
Knife in her hand,
She wants him to know how she feels,
She has it all planned.
She silently walks through the landing,
And into the room where he sits,
He’s on the sofa watching TV,
Completely fixed on it.
She sneaks up behind him,
The man who ruined her life,
She raises her arms above her head,
Clenched in her hands was the knife.
Her eyes were mad and staring,
Fixed on the man she hated,
And now because of him,
Her life was wasted.
She brought the knife down,
Straight through his neck,
He slumped across the sofa,
Now the man was dead.
She looked down,
And saw the mess she had made,
Saw the crimson blood,
Dripping from the blade.
A tear falls from her eye,
When she sees she has nothing left,
Her only hope and happiness,
Had to end in death.
She moves around the sofa,
And looks into those eyes she once loved,
Still blue and beautiful,
But stained with red blood.
She slumps to the ground,
Crying her lonely heart out,
Careful not to make too much sound,
But she wants to scream and shout.
The knife is still in her hand,
And she grasps onto it tightly,
Lifts herself from the floor,
And stands up blindly.
She looks down at the dead man,
Then walks away,
She knows that there’s only one choice,
It has to be this way.
She wipes the blood from the knife,
And leaves the room,
Oblivious to anything around her,
She walks towards her doom.
She opens the cellar door,
And makes her way down the stairs,
She walks into the darkness,
Where she won’t be found.
In the pitch black,
She brings the knife to her own throat,
Whispers ‘I’m so sorry’,
And prays that everything will be alright.
One more tear falls down her face,
As she takes her last breath,
She slices open her neck,
And the girl meets her death.
She doesn’t feel lonely anymore,
She doesn’t feel the pain,
For that is for the boy’s family,
The hurt she left behind.
She had to take those lives,
She wasn’t at all stable,
She couldn’t survive on her own,
She never was able,
She blamed him for the pain,
He couldn’t cope with her,
He had to let her go,
Well… his problems just got deeper.
He has no clue about what he’s done,
He broke her heart in two,
He’s all she had, her only one.
She loved him so bad,
And he gave it all up,
But as she suffers, he doesn’t realize
He should never have gone through with the break up.
She now creeps through his house,
Knife in her hand,
She wants him to know how she feels,
She has it all planned.
She silently walks through the landing,
And into the room where he sits,
He’s on the sofa watching TV,
Completely fixed on it.
She sneaks up behind him,
The man who ruined her life,
She raises her arms above her head,
Clenched in her hands was the knife.
Her eyes were mad and staring,
Fixed on the man she hated,
And now because of him,
Her life was wasted.
She brought the knife down,
Straight through his neck,
He slumped across the sofa,
Now the man was dead.
She looked down,
And saw the mess she had made,
Saw the crimson blood,
Dripping from the blade.
A tear falls from her eye,
When she sees she has nothing left,
Her only hope and happiness,
Had to end in death.
She moves around the sofa,
And looks into those eyes she once loved,
Still blue and beautiful,
But stained with red blood.
She slumps to the ground,
Crying her lonely heart out,
Careful not to make too much sound,
But she wants to scream and shout.
The knife is still in her hand,
And she grasps onto it tightly,
Lifts herself from the floor,
And stands up blindly.
She looks down at the dead man,
Then walks away,
She knows that there’s only one choice,
It has to be this way.
She wipes the blood from the knife,
And leaves the room,
Oblivious to anything around her,
She walks towards her doom.
She opens the cellar door,
And makes her way down the stairs,
She walks into the darkness,
Where she won’t be found.
In the pitch black,
She brings the knife to her own throat,
Whispers ‘I’m so sorry’,
And prays that everything will be alright.
One more tear falls down her face,
As she takes her last breath,
She slices open her neck,
And the girl meets her death.
She doesn’t feel lonely anymore,
She doesn’t feel the pain,
For that is for the boy’s family,
The hurt she left behind.
She had to take those lives,
She wasn’t at all stable,
She couldn’t survive on her own,
She never was able,
She blamed him for the pain,
He couldn’t cope with her,
He had to let her go,
Well… his problems just got deeper.
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