The Wrong Thing You Did (Ceiling)

*I wrote this poem/song a while ago with my sister. Well, actually, I wrote it, she just arranged it so it sounded better. But, she gets half credit anyway because I love her that much.

The wrong thing you did!

I'm Stareing at the ceiling
Wondering about the feeling
That you gave to me
You yelled, you screamed
My heart still bleeds
For what you did wrong
Quit yelling at me,
It's your darn problem
But your too stuborn to see
What that wrong thing did to me

My nails are half painted
My bracelet's on backwards
When I look in the mirror my face looks wrong.
My heart sang a sweet,sweet song
That is now broken, cracked and unspoken

You know what you did
I see it in your eyes
While you yell at me,
I hide my crys

Once a red rose
It's black now
Wet from my tears
And wet sorrow
Thanks to you i have no feeling
So I sit here, starring at the ceiling.

Like it? Please comment. It was my second poem/song I wrote. Ever.