Humiliated

Cold hands,
Cover the shame that I call my face.
I cant bear,
To go on any longer living this way.
The unknown,
Brings me down to desired pain.
My antidote,
Is a handle with a sharpened blade.
Only in my head,
Could courage ever take my life.
I’m too weak,
Yet anger shows through possessive eyes.
My name portrayed,
Like a lesser than your precious throne.
Thanks to your games,
I’ve nothing to call my own.
Forget me,
Forget that I’m the one to tell.
This story,
Of my world’s own living hell.
Happiness,
Like the blink of a blinded eye.
Means nothing,
Another face just passes by.
Don’t pretend ,
You know desires of my mind.
You used me,
To fulfill your foolish fantacized .
Burning silence,
I hope infests your subconscious soul.
And demons,
Bring you down ‘til  you’re left alone.

Author's Note

Wrote this awhile ago

Reviews

[Tamia123]

I love this!!! Its different in the best way and has a great message :) Thank you for sharing!