Diluted

I am broken
I am damaged
I am everything you hate...
and nothing I love...
My soul is diluted
Rundown
Manipulated...
This pain is so mundane
Can't tolerate a reflection
Looking at you makes me hate me...
Want to cut them harder, somehow make you disappear.
My memories,
My love.
A mere switch that could be turned off,
your love
my life...

broken
damaged...

Everything you hate,
Nothing I love.

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

My first suggestion is this ... A common misconception is that the end of a line indicates a pause in a poem. This is not the case and so, we the reader REALLY need thorough punctuation to know how you want us to read your poem. Think of punctuation as a road map for the reader.

I like the idea of dilution of the soul. That is very creative.

Not sure however, if I would ever describe pain as "mundane"

I think with a few mods it could be fabulous.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Wow, thats written from the prespective of being rock bottom all right!