As I Am Broken By You

Things are at their worst. Nothing is going to change. Why am I with you....why are you with me....

Maybe it's all in my head that things are so bad,

Or fiction my dampened soul has come to weave,

But every time I try to make things work with you,

They always turn around and fire back in my face,

I find my fingers typing, my eyes unshifting, my body shaking,

Feeling sick and used and unwanted, like a dropped cigarette,

Wanting to drown in a pool of alcohol, floating,

And stick myself with morphine, into my brain it goes,

Because maybe then I'll feel no pain,

Or shame, and maybe it's all just a game,

Of cat and mouse, and I'm the mouse with its head in a trap,

Sliced away are the arteries that fuel my sorrow,

My fiendish eyes are pools of mud,

Was it that easy? To turn me away like a crying baby,

To say those words to me, to cut into my very being,

Like a butcher's knife through butter, you've destroyed me,

And from the ashes of my tears I'm grieving,

Within my chest a hopeless heart is beating,

And with my final words tonight I leave you,

Seeing,

Feeling,

Believing,

Nothing at all.

Reviews

[FateDictates]

Power words that build up to a crescendo, these words take no prisoners..well written..