I was bored so I decided to make a poem from Matt's point of view to Mello.
Enjoy
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Name: Why?
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To Mello:
I sat and wondered,
About you,
Allowing my PSP to die,
Next to me.
Memories from the House,
Flooded My head,
And wonder why you left me.
Was I not good Enough?
Was I that terrible?
Did you actually hate me?
Tears fell from my eyes,
As I think that.
I was 14 when you left,
I am 21 now.
No call,
Note,
or Email.
Just nothing.
I spent six of those years,
Looking for my angel.
But you were nowhere to be found.
I cried every night to sleep,
Hoping you were alive,
And that you would find me,
Or I would find you.
The hope slowly died,
As my soul died along with it.
I started smoking because of my father,
I started video games because of my mother,
and I started cutting because of you.
Everyone left me,
I thought you would stay by me,
But I was wrong.
Cutting numbs the pain,
Of you being gone.
I was close to dying too,
Bu the thought of seeing you,
Change my mind.
Do you hate me this much?
Are you watching me,
And laughing at my suffering?
Am I your torture doll,
That dies by your absent presence ?
Do you like my crying,
And absent of playing video games?
Do you feed of my pain?
Do you wish,
I was dead?
Do you wish,
You never have had met me?
The person who sung Broken Hallelujah,
Was right.
Love is not a victory march,
But a broken Hallelujah.
My angel left me,
In a hell hole of insanity.
My angel,
The one of which I loved,
And still do,
Abandon me,
and took apart of me with him.
All I ask is Why?
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Wow now I am all angsty....
Damn
I hope you liked it
~Chaos signing out~
Enjoy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Name: Why?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Mello:
I sat and wondered,
About you,
Allowing my PSP to die,
Next to me.
Memories from the House,
Flooded My head,
And wonder why you left me.
Was I not good Enough?
Was I that terrible?
Did you actually hate me?
Tears fell from my eyes,
As I think that.
I was 14 when you left,
I am 21 now.
No call,
Note,
or Email.
Just nothing.
I spent six of those years,
Looking for my angel.
But you were nowhere to be found.
I cried every night to sleep,
Hoping you were alive,
And that you would find me,
Or I would find you.
The hope slowly died,
As my soul died along with it.
I started smoking because of my father,
I started video games because of my mother,
and I started cutting because of you.
Everyone left me,
I thought you would stay by me,
But I was wrong.
Cutting numbs the pain,
Of you being gone.
I was close to dying too,
Bu the thought of seeing you,
Change my mind.
Do you hate me this much?
Are you watching me,
And laughing at my suffering?
Am I your torture doll,
That dies by your absent presence ?
Do you like my crying,
And absent of playing video games?
Do you feed of my pain?
Do you wish,
I was dead?
Do you wish,
You never have had met me?
The person who sung Broken Hallelujah,
Was right.
Love is not a victory march,
But a broken Hallelujah.
My angel left me,
In a hell hole of insanity.
My angel,
The one of which I loved,
And still do,
Abandon me,
and took apart of me with him.
All I ask is Why?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wow now I am all angsty....
Damn
I hope you liked it
~Chaos signing out~
