My Last Ode of Love to You

I love you with all my heart,

But baby,

I'm worried about how you are.

You've been so down,

and you've just pushed me out.

You say I can't do anything to help,

But you're not even letting me try.

I hate to see you like this.

Baby, I know how you feel,

in a way.

I've sort of been in your place.

Things will get better.

Though things have gone slow for me.

To be honest, I hate what I've done to myself.

I've had this need, to release the pain,

and I've done it,

in a horrible way.

I get like this,

sometimes.

And I find that it's easy to drain this pain.

And to drink the pain away.

The scars are so light against the skin.

I've started to hate my self all over again.

Knowing that you're there, at least somewhat keeps me sane.

So far, I've kept away from going off the deep end.

But know I think I'm pretty close to going there again.

And this poem is all for you, though you'll never read it.

Just knowing that I've let this out, is good enough to stop the bleeding.

God know that your hurting, it's killing me.

But baby, your my everything.

 

 

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Reviews

[AlexMrrqn]

I must say. That is touching. And doing that to yourself only worsens your state of mind. The brief moment of satisfaction you feel is just that, brief. Keep looking forward and the light will show itself. No amount of physical pain can heal emotional pain. But anyway, good poem. I really enjoyed it