Question:
What do you think of my poem?
You saw that my hell came to life,
You let it live in me.
The only thing you havn't done,
Is live what you created.
Each day your eyes look past my face,
Each day my scar expands.
But you can't see my living hell,
Before you have seen me.
You've prooved you can destroy my life,
Now since i can't have you.
I'll make my body haunt your life,
Even if that body's dead.
You can ignore such blatant love,
What else are you blind to?
Can you ignore my head if it hangs,
On a rope tied to a tree.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
I'd say don't beat yourself up over someone....they aren't worth it.