Unwanted

This is how I used to feel

Strike me with your knife of words,

Watch me bleed through my tears.

You know just what to say

To make me feel unwanted.

Kneeling down on the floor,

Pleading you to stop.

Your eyes turn red,

Your razor tongue never stopping.

You smile your Devil smile,

Knowing I am almost dead.

I start breaking apart

Piece by fragile piece.

I'm sorry I'm so worthless.

I guess this is my fate.

One more cut of your razor tongue

And I am nothing but dust.

I wish that I meant something.

I wish that I was worth something.

I guess that all you wanted

Was to show me that I'm worthless.

Author's Note

True comments please

Reviews

[†Tracey†]

I could feel the rage and anger but most of all the pain.. the red, the blood and the fragile pieces.. Well written thoughts..