Never loved.

His tounge is the razor
Scratching at my skin

His words are the vampires
Piercing me deep within

His lies are the ropes
Knotted to my heart

His smile is the glass
Slowly tearing me apart

His fits are the vines
Twisting in my head

His rough abusive hands
Are my wishes to be dead

His never-ending doubts
Are the tears on my face

His cowardly selfish soul
Is why i hate this place

His growing need for power
Is the needle in my vein

His never happy reaction
Is why i feel such pain

His problems are my fault
So alone i must fight

For he never loved me,
Even after i took my life

*This is the first poem i've had time to submit in awhile, i realise it's not that fantastic, but its full of feelings i can't else explain, cheers*