Stale Cookies
You hurt me today,
Made me feel horrible.
You made my heart ache,
As you yelled at me.
My day was ruined,
All because of you.
And now I sit here,
Eating stale cookies and sour milk.
My soul is damaged,
My anger alight.
I hate you,
But I don't want to.
You made these cookies stale,
This milk sour.
You affect me,
Sometimes in good ways sometimes in bad.
My friends cheered me up a little,
Apparently you're too good for that.
No problem shattering me,
Yet you never put me back together.
My friends are my wall,
You are my tormentor.
I must mend,
With rotten cookies in your place.
Thanks for the company,
I love you too.
My friends are my cookies,
My family the milk.
Why do you ruin them?
Why do you care?
I mend here,
You hurt more.
When will it be enough?
These stale cookies, all gathered inside
2006-12-07
08:34:46
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Please, do not be mean, just whether or not you like it, a few tips maybe. I have had a horrible day, and sat down to write. Possibly worst day of my life.... not in the mood for cynical people telling me I suck.
2006-12-07
08:36:56 ·
update #1