Carissa McBride

Rookie (8/30/1992 / Toledo Ohio)

Heartbroken - Poem by Carissa McBride

If a name defines you
Then my name is heartbroken
My heart was shattered
Along time ago
Now I keep my broken heart in a bottle
When I try to open the bottle
It refuses
It remembers the heartache
And the pain
And I refuse to heal
No one can open the bottle
Not mom or dad
Not Katie or Simone
Only he can
He can open the bottle
He can when ever he likes
He's the one person
Who can twist god and manipulate my heart
And can heal it with one touch
I can't move on
Not until he opens my bottle
And touches the Broken pieces of my heart
Since a name defines you
My name is heartbroken

written by bleeding mascara


Comments about Heartbroken by Carissa McBride

  • (2/6/2009 2:33:00 PM)


    i know wat this is like and i like this poem very much for it is so much like me...


    xoxoxxxx Black Rose
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  • (12/2/2008 8:45:00 PM)


    u have a really nice ability to choose the right words.i love this poem.it is a heartbreaker.i am truly touched. (Report) Reply

  • Sathyanarayana M V S (11/14/2008 11:02:00 AM)


    Emotional outbreak; so wonderfully penned. too good. Read my 'broken heart'
    You can very well relate to my feelings. Let us share our broken heart feelings
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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (10/10/2008 3:52:00 AM)


    I can see your internal bleeding, but u have to move on.......better is better than good or you'll hit the best.....of the best! (Report) Reply

  • (9/25/2008 11:00:00 AM)


    wow i feel the pain! well written (Report) Reply

  • (9/24/2008 4:44:00 PM)


    hey this is really good and i know how you feel that is a very strong poem. (Report) Reply

  • (2/27/2008 2:46:00 PM)


    hey, this is really deep. i feel like this sometimes. you are a great poet. keep writing (Report) Reply

  • Malini Kadir (2/20/2008 11:15:00 PM)


    hope your heart heals soon....and A caring sparrow hopes in to his garden....slipping into his house and tapping on his table to remind.....of a heart he played with and walked on with life.......So that trying to shoo the sparrow...he sit back to lean on his chair to ponder
    What the little reminiscent thought in passing was making him recollect.......
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  • (2/7/2008 5:47:00 PM)


    awww...sad poem but loved it
    thanx for reading my poems
    ill continue reading urs
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  • (12/7/2007 8:46:00 PM)


    sweet i think my name would be loser (Report) Reply

  • (11/2/2007 4:33:00 PM)


    That is a great way of expressing it. I kinda feel like that most of the time. I can't get over the idea of loosing the best part of my life: (I so frickin' miss her... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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