My Tale Of Woe

Bitterness And Endless Teenage Angst!

Hi...this is a new experience for me,having a web page and all, so please bear with me if it isn't quite up to scratch. It's basically here because my friends are all rather sick of hearing me whinge about my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with six months ago... understandably so I suppose. The problem is that I'm not over him, so if anyone out there wants to her all about it, to hear my rants and raves, and awful heartfelt outbursts, this is the place to be.

While I'm busy thinking up stuff to put on this page here are a couple of poems that I wrote... all about heartbreak and pain and other equally clichéd things, I know, but what can I do. I'm 16 and at that point life is often clichéd, from what I've seen!

I never believed I would lose you
I thought you would always care
You lied, you said that some things
Could last forever; but we didn't
And surely these tears can't?

I've wept for you so many times,
And each time has been the last
My eyes don't dry, they won't, they can't;
My happy thoughts remember you,
And remembering makes me cry.

There was something about the passion
There is something about the pain
No one else has ever made me hurt
The way you can; no one else
Knows how to tear my heart.

O.K. so it's not wonderful but I dashed it off fast. This one's worse (I think):

How can you not care?
It wasn't me who was needy
It was you, always you;
You that first said you loved me,
You that first told me that you cared.

I thought that I didn't love you,
I said it and thought that I spoke a lie
I held you and hated myself
Didn't know what I did or why
Cannot believe that you were the one to leave.

Right then, now that those are over and done with, basically this site is just going up, if you come back in a week there will be more here. In the meantime please do mail me - I promise to reply as soon as I have a chance. Write me here!

Thanks for coming by.

La Diable (Auds)