Broken Chance

I make these scars for allto see, to see the pain that you caused me.As the blood drips on the floor I sit and wonder how much more? How much more I can take? How much more before I break?
The sillent screams break me down.Those hurtful words I cannot drown.I have dove in way too deep, for the one thing i cannot keep.He left me laying there to cry.Why does he sit there and watch me die?
I know he loves her more than me.Were we ever meant to be? She's what he wanted, she's what he got.I always loved him so I thought.He never cared i know it's true.He chose my fate my chance is blew.

by Dylanna Fitts

Comments (1)

nice poem, well written........