This little poem was inspired by the song 'The Reason' by Hoobastank.
My Murderers MurderI took a shovel to the ground today.
I dug a hole to infinity.
I ripped my regrets from my shoulders,
That hung onto me so tightly,
And threw them down into the dirt.
I covered them up with a smile on my face.
I know they’re hidden and gone,
But I can’t forget them.
I took a rope to a tree yesterday.
I tied a noose to the end.
I grasped my wrongs by the neck,
And wrapped them with the unforgivable string.
I made sure they said their last words,
But they meant nothing.
I let them hang there in the middle of nowhere.
They now feel what I’ve been feeling.
I’m no longer the victim.
I’ve still committed my mistakes,
But I’ve chosen to learn from them.
I’m my murderers murder now.
Poetry by Zoey xX
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Written on 2010-07-04 at 03:49
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