Too Much..

im sitting in my own distruction

ill be ready when

this finally takes its toll

when the pain is too much

when the hurt is a touch

and ill be ready for death

when the hurt from all of them

destroys what i have left

the very little i hold on to

but what can i do

i am my enemy

why do they come to me

so when the pain over takes

and it breaks the will

i have left to break

when my pain is too much to take

from all the violence i have taken

for all the things that are broken

i will let the hurt take me

and carry me to that part

then maybe ill find solace in the dark....

Reviews

[Domo]

I loved reading this. It was a great poem, and the ending really got to me. Great write and keep it up! ☺
~D♥m♥~