Please feel free to comment but just please no hate. This is how I feel since I was recently kicked out of a group; leaving everything I loved behind and scratching my history and everything. I'm really depressed and that's when my literature skills flourish. I have no clue what kind of poem this is I guess it is free verse. And this is like a true 'story', what do I mean by like? It's a story in a poem form. Nobody can really make out the story in this except some friends and I.
I am gone.
Everything I worked for
Everything I loved
Gone.
My past,
My story,
My history,
Gone like a drawing in the sand.
Gone like a plastic bag in the breeze.
You ripped my love out of my arms.
You ripped me apart.
My soul has diminished into blackness and eternal sadness
My heart is now bitter and cold.
My soul is screaming to be saved
By the savior who will never come
The drama is killer
The depression is deadly
You just had to rip me apart
Turning me into something I never wanted to become
A depressed mess
I'm gone anywho
My soul has diminished into something sad and blank
My heart is now bitter and cold
Tears eternally sting my eyes
Like the scars in my reflection
I am gone
Want to know the story? I'm going to post it changing names for personal information in the Story topic.
