Untitled Piece

Just a random piece I came up with.

Bloodshot eyes and cracked lips,

tear stained cheeks and bruised hips.

Sliced up wrists and dirty feet,

chewed up nails in utter defeat.

Maybe I was born dead,

then again, maybe I was murdered in my sleep.

The roses in my hair and hands covered with lead,

too afraid to jump or leap.

Weighed down by chains until I choked,

suffocating in the thick smoke.

Crying "pretty please don't hurt me",

through the pain I can see.

Maybe I died with nothing left to tell,

while you danced on my grave.

Now there's nothing left for you to save,

nothing left for you to scavenge or sell.

So I dare you to say you can love another,

because love has gone and died. 

 

Author's Note

Please excuse any grammar errors.

Reviews

[AlexValkyrie]

Painful. But very well written. I'd like to believe this piece has helped me understand you more.

Be strong. I love you.