Fatal Lies

Your words, though seemingly kind,
Have torn me apart,
You played with my mind,
And stabbed my heart.
I stretched out my hands,
To hold you tight,
But you spurned my regard,
And walked out of sight.
Your actions were in vain,
Though they seemed loving.
You've caused me so much pain,
And I can't go on living.

I reached for my pencil,
And a paper as well,
Wrote down some things,
That I wouldn't tell.
Then, I reached for my knife,
And I opened its blade,
I thought of my life,
And the love that I gave.
Only to have it,
Rejected and denied,
I just couldn't take it,
When I found out you lied.

I placed the knife,
Upon my chest,
To lay my life,
Down to rest.
I took a deep sigh,
As I pierced my own heart.
The pain ever hightening,
As my vision grew dark.
Visions of you,
In my mind were spinning,
Living a life that was untrue,
And a love that was never beginning.
My breath grew weaker,
As I realized the end,
Was drawing ever nearer,
And I couldn't make amends.

They would find me,
Broken and shattered,
With a hand clenched tightly,
On a knife-handle splattered.
They would notice my other hand,
Slightly closed over a note,
And remove it from my command,
To see what I wrote.
"My life, I have lived for you,
My thoughts, I have kept for you,
My actions, I have done for you,
My blood, I have bled for you."
Then they would call you,
And tell you the news,
And finally break you,
As they told you the truth.

But even then,
It would be too late.
To change what's been done:
An irrevocable fate.
Your love, if ever,
Would never restore,
The life you shattered,
Only days before.
Shattered and broken,
Over lies and deciet.
And feelings unspoken,
And of terrible conciet.
Now that it's been done,
Live how you want,
And forget the one,
That promised you love.

– Thomas Brooks ©