Of no use.

I always meant the world to you
But bleed me dry, why don’t you.
I give, and you just take, turn the knife in my back,
If I’m no longer of use, then give me the sack.

You have broke my fortress down,
Knocked me over, and stole my crown,

So my smile is painted on,
In your eyes, I appear still strong,
So many things I want to say,
But suffer in silence, every day.

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Comments (13)
  • diamondpoet on Nov 16, 2009

    Sad/beautiful at the same time.

  • abhishek40914 on Nov 16, 2009

    very touchy

  • Darla Cooke on Nov 16, 2009

    I can really relate to this poem.

  • Christine Ramsay on Nov 16, 2009

    I think a lot of people can relate to this. A very good piece.

    Christine

  • Themax on Nov 16, 2009

    very touchy and beautifully written,Thanks for sharing !!!

  • Snooky on Nov 16, 2009

    Whew wow that is nitty gritty good

  • TroostAvenue on Nov 16, 2009

    Poor sad woman. Nicely written.

  • Teves on Nov 16, 2009

    Nice piece…

  • Frances Lawrence on Nov 16, 2009

    I think many people would identify with this.

  • Ruby Hawk on Nov 16, 2009

    Lonely and sad, well done,

  • Linda Lori on Nov 17, 2009

    Nice poem!

  • Rinks Desai on Nov 19, 2009

    its nice….

  • jimbob1 on Dec 2, 2009

    Hey J…a powerful message in an emotional poem.

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