Dark Spires

Well, not much of a poem. It's kind of emo, fair warning. Vent work.

Misery spirals through the soul
As you slice me apart
With your words of harshness

You would think I'm fine
I don't care on the outside
But, surprise for you
Look deeper

I am broken and bleeding
Hurt and dying
Rage and sadness tumble about
In a confusing mess of me

I feel you fade
And wish you'd come back
But you'll have none of it

I am the scourge of our friendship
I am at fault in every way
Waste your words on me not
I will not change my mind

In this endless internal battle
Killing me on the inside
Where you hurt me most
It shall bleed for the rest of my days

You say it's nothing
But I don't believe you
After all
Who's REALLY hurt here?
Not you.

This won't affect you
I'm quite sure of that
But I am otherwise

I'll think of you
When my wrists are slit
And my eyes have stopped seeing
My home-made remedies for pain
Include knives and eternal sleep

Because you won't see me
Fall to the floor
Splashing in my own life
Full of hate, despair, sorrow
And longing for you

I hate myself, I want to die
You used to make me happy
I guess you got bored
Of a freak such as myself

So have a nice life
I won't be in it much longer
Once my wrist's cut once more
One more knife to my heart
Like you would care anyway....

Author's Note

Vent work.