Victim of Love-A poem
It's 1am on January 21st The world is asleep only Vilians and Victims stay up by this time I'm staying awake But I'm not a Vilian I'm a victim of the silly infatuation called love What are you going to say this time I'm sorry? please don't make a lame excuse Too many apologies and I don't even care anymore I've played a fool to your deceit for long enough I'm right here all by myself Drinking Ice cold beer on a cold night wishing my heart gets frozen so I don't have to deal with the feelings anymore But tell me one thing why do you keep coming back I'm trying to forget you but you keep tormenting my emotions begging for a forgiveness you know I can't deny 'cause you know I'm weak and gullible 'cause you know I can't hate you So I'm going to end it all I'm going to solve this problem permanently I know my solution ain't the best But I hope you'll be happy receiving this letter and my funeral invitation
2 comments
Another deep poem. Though personally I'm against the thought of someone ending their life just because they were rejected or weren't loved as they wanted. Suicide doesn't end the pain it just transfers that pain to the person closest to you. There are a lot of things to live for, life is mysterious and that mystery can be beautiful sometimes. I look forward to the next poem, though I'm hoping it won't be a sad poem. I could help but notice that you misspelled villain with vilian
nice write up...points out the facts, depression is not easily waded off, at that moment in time it seems like the only remedy to end the lovers pain....how ironic