It's a Teen Thing Actually

Regrets

One pathetic man

Just came back to my damn life

I wish to forget.

A terrible man

With no feelings; nor a heart

Wishing him to leave.

Few months just have passed

I thought it was all over

Should have closed the door.

I never expect

It would turn out to be this

A painful nightmare.

Now just look at me

A girl full of "F" regrets

No where to be placed.

A girl full of hate

With terrible memories

Freaking tragedies. 

               I sat there in the corner of my room as I sat and write my poem. I never thought that love hurts like hell. What have I done? Did I do something room for him to hurt me? Why do I always feel like being used and pathetic? Have I ever done something bad to someone for karma to bite me back?

               I groaned with frustration and sat back up. I felt something dropped on my palm and it was my tears. I was hurt. I was damn hurt. Can you blame for falling on someone? My heart aches as I cried and recalled the fun memories. He made me so happy. No words can express how I loved him.

               I turned to my left and I saw a picture of my dad and I at my table. I touched the picture and hugged him to my chest. I wish that dad were here to protect me and give me some advice. As I was stroking the picture and recalling all the memories, my mom knocked on my door. I replied and said, “I guess I have to go instead of sulking here. What do I have to lose anyway?” I sighed with sadness and went outside.