An Excerpt From A Very Long Typewritten Vent (middle of page 2) why do i have to hurt and oh do i hurt and i hurt all the time and i feel like i could die right now because my heart hurts so much because its always broken why does everyone like to hurt me i don't like to be hurt and my love doesn't like to be taken away and i want it all back so give it back dammit give me back my respect for myself and give me back my soul that you stole from my body and my bleeding broken heart that you so cleverly broke while i was standing watching you break it and you took it too and my integrity and my views and my innocence and my importance and my friendship so i can use it on something worth using it on and give me my friends and my sister and my self esteem and feeling and hope and wisdom and explanation and my apology (you don't deserve it) and give me my self and my completion and my life and my love and everything else i ever gave you because you don't deserve a bit of it AT ALL you don't deserve it all at all and i want it back but i'll tell you what you can have in return you can have your cd's and your friendship and your hate and your sadness and anger and you can have your damned kiss back because i don't want it anymore and i don't want you i just wish you'd go away and leave me alone leave me alone leave me alone to heal from what you've done to me and make myself better again you've had your three strikes and you, my dear are out definitely and for good you don't deserve my apology (as readily as i gave it) you don't deserve it and you can't see these tears in my eyes falling like the snow outside well, they're your fault, all of them. And you can have every last one of them back -Jada Marie Andrews 6-9-98
Reason for writing:
One night, I got out our old typewriter, and just typed out
every single thing that came to mind. It ended up being 4
full pages long. Most of it was basically a bunch of jumbled
up words, but in the middle of the 2nd page, this poem just sat
until I decided to make it a poem on it's own. I'd love to
hear what you think of it...this is my biggest risk yet...
bearing my soul to whoever wants to see... Thanks. =)
Birth sign: Capricorn
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