Kongregate Poetry

Goodnight, Sleep tight, Hope to god you survive the night, and if you do, then lucky you, your the only one of make it through. Goodnight, sleep tight, you really are a sore sight, with cuts galore, blood on the floor, you really are quite an eyesore, Wake up, in mornings light, did you really think youd be alright? Your in the way, and soon I'll say, never again, will you be ok.

again I sit silently and I endure
like a column of marble or silver most pure
I let them throw jeers and twisted remarks
As I sit unassuaged and hide in my scarf
I swallow my tears and hide all my pain
If weather is emotion my forecast is rain
they do not know how their actions effect
my mentality like a crippling defect
I feel inadequate lost and afraid
the more my esteem and emotions they raid
and as I sit here broken and jaded
I wonder if ever I will stop being hated

this is a poor version of what a feel like right now, my girlfriend just broke up with me so.....I'm sad...

The howling wolf cries in the moonlight, lonely. His only love has left him and he is nothing without a pack. Alone. Waiting....

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Sugar is Sweet and Kong is too.