Picture this like a letter
That I’m too afraid to send
If I were you I’d hate me
I’d rip it up to shreds
If I were you I’d curse me
To a life of hell and worse

For saying what I said to you
There is no good excuse
I lost my temper, I lost my cool
I went so very far
I went where only tasteless people go
And now I cannot turn back

I can’t unsay those words
I never should have thought
I can’t undo the hurt
I never should have caused
I can’t reclaim that arrow
I never should have aimed

To say I’m sorry is not enough
Some things you can’t forgive
That’s not why I’m writing this
It’s not forgiveness that I seek
Someone told me once to “bleed it out”
Just write what you think and feel

I feel that I’m a heartless *****
I think I should be ashamed
For doing what I always do
When I don’t get what I “deserve”
I kick and scream and throw a fit
However I do it using words

I’m glad you took the time to read this
I’m sorry it was so very long
It’s just my way of apologizing
For being what I don’t want to be.

WORDS are like bullets.

You never release a bullet from your gun barrel, without knowing,
it will penatrate ANYTHING in its path. Maybe even KILL.


As with WORDS, once shot out from your mouth, THEY can NEVER RETURN!
And like a bullet can Kill, some WORDS also can KILL a HEART!

Very NICE write,,and with great meaning behind its action...

love it Cal

Thank you both.

You're right, in some ways. Some people have an easier time forgiving than others, but even with that...they never truly forget. A luxory that a lot of things have is the ability to be erased, but yes, the scar will remain even if the words disappear.

Thank you for reading it, Fear.

I actually read it before you posted the link, I read all of your writing even if I don't reply to it. Sometimes I just can't find the words to express what I want them too.

Sometimes I wish I had that problem, I'm always finding words, bad ones and good.

I love it, Calleigh.

Thanks Plastic.

I understand your poem, I always felt the purpose of a poem is for the reader to feel something, afer they read it. The feelings don't have to be defined, just felt, and you have accomplished that very well. In all of us is that dark day we wish we could all could have slept through.
Michael

Thank you, Bamtino. That's it exactly, I wish I could go back to that day and sleep through it.

Absolutely brilliant.

The line "I went where only tasteless people go" strikes me as an almost-universal condemnation/application -- I think most of us have been "there" at some point....but how many can and will admit it as clearly and succinctly as you did....?

Beautifully done.

I agree with Lex... I've been there before.. It rang true to me... I try to practice keeping my mouth zippered now so I don't go there.. It's too easy when angry..

Thank you, Lex.

its always obvious when someone is truely feeling what they write.

because it makes for an excellant piece of writeing.

very much like a letter. very impressive

i like the blatent honesty

You're right, it's too easy. From now on, I'm keeping silent, no matter how hurt or angry I am, it's better to deal with my own suffering than to know I did it to someone else.

Thank you, Lonetar.