Treasure Island

Life Or Death Poetry


realized what a shiz i am(took off my blind fold)


i am the worst person in the world
Offically today (just kidding i always was a shithead)
For now i truly see what a freakin retard i am
I am so blind and selfish
I would be better off dead
Instead of being a compleate a hole
unaware of anything
I desearve revenge
For i dont feel any better
And the person that I love
I had become the worst
I desearve nothing
Just to do what they want
Because that is what i deserve
I am so sorry
I can not believe this
and everthing i say
I deserve the tittle you name
And i am so sorry
I am sorry that this happened
This is all my fault..

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (realized what a shiz i am(took off my blind fold) by Life Or Death Poetry )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Prayer by the Fire, Mark R. Elias
  2. Race for flowers, Somanathan Iyer
  3. At the Pulpit, Mark R. Elias
  4. Pulling force, Somanathan Iyer
  5. Leo, Virgil Suárez
  6. a smile to remember a haiku, john tiong chunghoo
  7. Closure, Jack Growden
  8. Lazarito & The Habanero Chilis, Virgil Suárez
  9. I'm a Poet, Sari Mavi
  10. The happy memories.., veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]