February 17, 2015

a small heart, split in two

so long ago, it knew not what to do

sorrow grew and it slowly embraced

thoughts of loathing and death it faced

for years, alone, in black abyss

company of another it truly missed

the two sides of the heart understood

and best friends be, therefore they would

the years went by and the hurt grew

though so tired, it knew not what to do

it longed to be happy, to stop the hurt

it tried, and failed, so with a razor it did flirt

the heart's other half- held her tight

gave her the vice without any fight

in her darkest pits they become one

and that's when it truly begun

slowly the pits feel like home

so consuming, the pain had grown

one side slowly consumes the two

the other seemed not to care- nor know what to do

the consuming side still loathed it's life

it constantly loved to play with it's knife

as the fragile side awoke

and it's grasp it slowly broke

the consuming one began to fight

with a rip- came separation and the fragile one made flight

with fear growing, the fragile one caged

the loathing one who became enraged 

many battles they have fought

'it will never end' they thought

confused, broken, and dieing within

would giving in be truly a sin?

sun goes up and sun goes down

yet again another round

same routine, same old song

can't keep this up for very long