3.12.2011

First Draft

Note: We have to write poems for my English class, and I wanted to try doing my first draft on here


Drained.
Shattered.
Regret.
That's all I can feel.
All I hear is the torment I have to endure now.
Harlot.
I feel worthless.
Life came crashing down,
all in one night.
One night.
Full of lies,
the feel of violation.
My trust in mankind is gone.
So many things happened,
when I was just too vulnerable.
Too weak, and weary.
Now I look like a fool.
I've been taken advantage of,
and all I can do is deal with these tears,
alone.
I'm just a little girl.
A lost little girl.

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