Its Late

[PhatGirlsDontCry]

Its late I know we haven't talked for a while and for that I'm sorry. Last tome we talked I asked if were still friends well are we? Its dark in here it seems I can think more with the light off, it seems I should put a gun to my head and blow it off. Sometimes it seems like that's the answer to my problems the voices in my head shit a knife will lower the volume and some pills might put me to sleep; But my dreams give the creeps cause when I sleep I see the sheep and their skinned and burned and beat. Your probably in bed by now after all its like 3:30. I want to call you but I haven't had the balls too since the last time you hurt me. I was selfish though I never understood you I was dumb. I just wanted to breath in your love and fill up my lungs I never considerd how you felt cause everything seemed perfect then I got too close in turn you pushed me away well dam was it worth it? Well I'm tryin to forget you now but do I have a choice! And whenever it gets slient all I hears your voice. Well I'm sorry if I loved you and I'm sorry if I cared and I'm sorry if I put my heart in everything I do. I'm sorry I'm not rich yet but I'll get there boy I swear. I'm sorry I'm not famous and sometimes I'm kind of lazy and there are times I feel your thinkin; Dam this bitch is crazy. So at times it feels like the whole world is just strangling my mind as I look into the mirror I break down and cry. I could give my brothers all my shit and then drown in poison but what good would that do? I'd never atempt suicide cause I know I'd fail that too. Then I'm sorry if I never if I never really impressed you and I'm sorry for the shit I confessed to cause the only thing that did was spread rumors and stress you. But I miss you know matter how depressed I get the cure was just your hug you helped me feel a little accomplished in a world that's filled with broken dreams. You were the insulin in my shot and the key to my lock. When I get the courage to tell I'll call you to tell you this but for now good night..

 

[cloudy]

It's certainly not what I would call poetry.

More of a disjointed, self-indulgent ramble.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Who's alt are you, anyway?

 

[starrkers]

It's not poetry.
Not sure what it is.
Couldn't finish it. The lack of punctuation and solid wall of type was too much for me.

 

[unapologetic]

Try posting this over in the Poetry & Feedback Discussion part of the site. I like it, in general, but you've got some grammatical and spelling issues.