What Words Made Her Do
poem by:
Romina Pimpinella
Written
on Mar 20, 2015
1,2,3,4, Oh who cares just a couple more 5,6,7,8, I should stop but it's much to late 9,10,11,12, I really don't care about myself 13,14,15,16, This is much more than my usual routine 17...18... I've lost a lot of blood, its much to late for me 19...20... I'm dead now, are you happy honey?
Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing, pain, dark,
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Henry Yarbrough commented:
Very cleaver your use of numbers. Cool write thanks for sharing.
louise bridges
commented:
I find writing pain down for strangers to read helps. its not so lonely because you find people who really empathise, when usually you feel so misunderstood!
Milton Robertson
commented:
Words hurt, words can wake you feel like going berserk, words can make you feel ill, or through your body they can send a cold chill. But if that way you choose, Who Loose.
Shanta
commented:
Words - only words without poetry!
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 11, 2017 at 12:53pm
Clever poem.it is a must to let out your feelings out poetry is one way.
Nice write Romina.
