if you were real

can u hear the silent breath?

one from behind the curtains or

in a shallow grave just below your feet?

can anyone else here them? or is it just me?

the agonizing screams and the desperate cries for help

no one can see, just what its like to be me

the voices echoing in the silence across hardwood floors

I shouldn't be afraid but I am anyways

nothing has ever made me feel so alone before

like I am lost in this world

trapped behind closed doors no one can save me in here

these monsters in my head are taking over my soul

and it will be far too late before anybody knows

one more slice under my skin

keeping u away from getting in

know one has ever known me as well as u

yet u are so far away from the truth

I can explain as best I can

but I doubt you actually understand

I feel like my attempts are useless

how could u actually see through my eyes

there is no way you could realize

all of the things inside my head

unless u are dead

are you apart of my world?

or just another girl?

that I dreamt up in a drunken stupor

high on anything I could get my hands on to numb the pain

this is all in vain

there is no way you are real

anything too good to be true probably isn't true right?

I just wanted to feel

but now im lying here in the dark

wishing you and I didn't have to part

although I knew that you would have to go

back to your home

how could it be with me after all

im just a f**k up on call

its my only purpose it seems

since nothing I am or do is good enough for anyone but you

but your not real

so it doesn't matter

my heart is lost forever

along with my body and my mind

burning with a broken sense of time

trapped inside the abyss of my conscience

I will never rise to the surface

one cut two cut three cut four

blood dripping all over the floor

five cut six cut seven cut eight

its too little too late

nine cut ten cut eleven cut twelve

I am burning in my own hell

so on and so forth

your know how this story goes

the ending is so predictable cant u see?

im going to lay here bleeding

your not real so you will never come

and there isn't another soul who cares enough

and even if u were here u would never see what I did

its not like u have ever tried to look

my body is my secret and your not interested

my wounds are for me to keep

something you would never see

one step closer to the hell I create

can u catch me now?

no its far too late 

Reviews

[kris reed]

Love the story you tell, covering a broad range of similar emotions, and I can almost feel the anguish of the poem turn into a playful smirk at the end (though it could be read as a downer last lines). Good job!