Bleed A Little

So coy and corrupted

You crept up on me

By the time I looked up 

You were looking down on me.

Too many lies you told

I felt so bought and sold

You used away at me so you could improve yourself

Wanted a doll that you could sit on the shelf

When you're done playing, just put me aside,

Never feeling guilty cuz you're hollow on the inside.

You looked away covered in shame

That's why I can't even speak your name.

Too much time spent trying to fill this hole...

You slowly but completely ripped out my soul.

Now you're just a memory inside my mind.

No matter where I go I can never leave you behind.

I'm feeling so alone...

I'm feeling in the middle

and all that I want is for you to bleed a little.

Author's Note

This is one of my oldest poems I have come across from 2003. Pretty self-explanatory.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

I use to write rhymes like this, oh how I miss writing like that.
A beautifully scripted tortured soul kind of piece and my personal
favorite to write, Well done!

[Twizzler]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment.

[Dream Weaver]

You're quite welcome...