Skip to content
Linespedia

JERK

By sadpoet

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

you screwed with me when i was little now im broken down and brittle don't have trust for many guys knowing their words are full of lies lately memories fill my mind searching for answers i can not find wanting to know if my memories are true wondering then what would i do would things ever be the same for me could things go back to how they used to be or will i always have this fear the feeling i get when you are near when i see you somewhere i'd like to die its hard to explain to everyone why i'd like to forget all i know i doubt that i ever will though how things began i am not sure for my mistrust there is no cure you made me blind to what was wrong this went on for very long you told me not to tell anyone i didn't know why till it was already done you took away my pride and respect that i had i was just doing things that made u glad you made feel like if i didn't do it i was not nice for doing shit for you, i pay this price not knowing all the facts behind this shit wondering always, and im sick of it wondering how all this began trying to remember all that i can i know it started when i was about six or seven and began again, a little after i was eleven how could you take away a little girl's pride some guys with hearts would have rather died you got me starting on doing bad things by the time i turned fourteen i was already having flings i was doing the things that you taught me to do and you blamed it on me and said i wanted to you made it sound like i knew what i did well you made it seem right when i was a kid i remember times you were all over me i didn't know that you shouldn't be i was so small and had no clue i had no idea what i was supposed to do now that i know that i was totally used i can tell myself i was just abused its nothing new, it happens all the time but what you did to me was worse than a crime you fucked up everything i used to believe now you just make me grieve i hope one day you see what you've done and know inside it was not fun i hope one day you feel bad for what you did and i hope never again, you fuck with a kidJust a memory...enjoy. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 11:50 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"you screwed with me when i was little..."

Attribution & Rights

Author:sadpoet

Source:AllPoetry

"you screwed with me when i was little..." by sadpoet

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Classified Tags

Related lines

"I'm Gone NowAugust 3rd, 2001I've turned my friends into suicide freaksim thinkin this as my blood leaksonto the floori can't take this anymoreim turnin the good people badim havin feelings i've never ..."

"these tears are dripping down my face as my heart begins to pound and race the thoughts of death flow through my mind looking for answers i've yet to find i have these terrible feelings inside of me t..."

"soon you'll see im not around and know inside that i've not found the strength to live through the days and i couldn't change my suicide ways this feeling inside must cause you pain but later on you'l..."

"the pain and hurt fill my heart soon one day i will part from this world as my knife is twirled around my neck i think what the heck why not end this terrible hurt why not cut the vein, and watch my b..."

"i have these feelings every dayits like my life is slipping awayi don't want to die but i know i willand i'll have no more dreams to fullfillmy pain and sorrow will be taken awayi am longing now, for ..."

"living in deathdying in lifei've no other choicebut to grab a knifeend it slowso u all can knowthat i was unhappyand my life was crappyi hated it heremore each yearu wanna know whyi had to diewell tha..."

sadpoet

About sadpoet

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"I'm Gone NowAugust 3rd, 2001I've turned my friends..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.