*Untitled*A Poem by Naida-CambrenEverything screams Nothing will be quiet, there is no silence in this place I want to escape but I can't; I don't know how How can I leave my own skeleton, my very skull The base of my being, the only thing keeping me here We all have to fight our demons, I chose a blade I'll cut it out from under my skin I'll cleave off its' head, this whole thing can end It'll finally be done You can't stop smiling at the idea, at everything The smile itself crashes down, bringing the world with it They keep my nails short so I can't scratch it, the bone deep itch The didn't stop, they never really do They're still there, if you look closely you can see them Everything breaks Nothing can be fixed Nothing has ever made you this happy To be destroyed Completely and utterly irreversible You let him become your world He held everything in the palm of his hand He promised nothing would get dropped and broken You were his everything He lied, nothing was true Nothing was right She came along She destroyed everything And somehow, the lamp was broken, on the floor You could see everything and yet he said it was nothing You throw yourself down the stairs to forget You put on the bruises and little red lines like makeup Sometimes they portray an image, tell a story Suddenly you're at the bottom of the bottle The end of the hall The bottom of the well, eyes up, looking for nothing and something at the same time Looking for yourself, all the shattered pieces You don't remember falling so far You promised you wouldn't You became his nothing The hall with no windows or doors The floor is gone She became his everything The sun, the earth, the moon The ocean with its' beautiful, endless tides She shattered you You let her, just stood and watched You want to feel nothing but the slide of blade against flesh, yet you feel everything © 2016 Naida-CambrenAuthor's Note
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Added on April 15, 2016 Last Updated on April 15, 2016 |