Seven more scars for seven more failuresA Poem by Serena KayeMy eyes are sore from the tears I shed, Thinking I was good enough for you but knowing deep
down I was failing you once again, I don't know what to do. I'm tired, Tired of fighting the demons we create, Tired of trying to prove my worthiness, If I can't
meet your expectations why don't you just release me? Let me be free to fail alone instead of bringing
you pain as well, Surrounded by your talk of death all the time
makes me feel closer to it too, Don't you realize you are planting the seed for me
too? The seed to end it all, But one thing you seem to have forgotten, I am not a
failure when it comes to death, Remember I was once your teacher, I taught you and brought you over to my world, My darkness, So don't push me too far or you may just regret
wallowing in your own misery, Depression is contagious, I tried to hold my head up high but you have
pummeled and drained me and now your misery consumes me, Be careful, You may wish for your own death but I am the only
one in this duo who has the guts to do it, So don't contaminate me to the point where I
fulfill the wish you cannot carry out, For I am not afraid like you, My death means nothing to me, And never will… © 2012 Serena Kaye |
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