Description: such a melodrmamatic teenager oh no this cant be happening poem. im truly disgusted with myself.
forgetting about it;yea right -------------------------------------------
wake up
put on some angry breakup music
go brush my hair
and pretend not to care
get to school
try to avoid running into you
not talking at all if theres a chance youll hear
when will we reach the point that this wont be too weird?
get up, get out
try not to think about it
hope ill get over it somehow
get home
unplug the phone
it probably wouldnt ring anyway
everyone has run out of things to say
to me
about how theyre so freaking sorry
but i dont ntoice them crying
not that they notice i do either
but thats different
sort of
lay down
try to forget about you
go to sleep only to wake again
and have to go through another day
get up, get out
try not to think about it
hope ill get over this somehow
i wake up every morning
i got to sleep every night
you are always on my mind
i always seem to want to cry
people try to talk to me
and tell me how im better off without you
but if thats true
why is it so hard just to
get up, get out
try not to think about you
i really hope ill get over this soon
...damn it...your [censored] amazing. You take old played out teenage angst [censored], and not only give it a good name, you blow the roof off of the meaning of great poetry! I loved this, as jsut about everything of yours that i've read...i have nothing bad to say, sorry i can't really comment and can only praise. Keep writing!
this is more like lyrics I'd say, I mean I can picture a song to go with this. But anyways, I love the ending,
"people try to talk to me and tell me how im better off without you but if thats true why is it so hard just to
get up, get out try not to think about you i really hope ill get over this soon"
you're saying "why's it so hard to get up..." it's so slick how you run it into another stanza, and change the words from the last two and end it...good job...(slick is my favorite word, sorry if it sounds unprofessional lol)