So much emotion circles my mind,
No clarity,
Just confusion,
Lost hope fading with time,
Torn by conflicting emotion,
I hate him,
But love him,
Id die just to feel his grasp.
Fear controls me,
He was my only saviour, my piece of reality,
A broken shard of happiness,
Stripped form my shredded heart,
Tears fall at unbearable sorrow,
No escape,
Locked in hell,
Waiting for the fake smile of tomorrow.
Love lost, is life terminated,
Eyes that once embraced me,
Now look through to empty glass, my soul,
Its form no longer whole,
With vast loss of sanity,
I'm apparently,
Worthless,
No longer desired,
Just loathed,
Blooded arms,
Blooded clothes,
Broken spirit, no longer a ‘worthy’ cause.
Self harm is more than physical,
Less than visible,
Its internal, eating away at you,
Consuming your life,
The knife,
Is,
In the end,
The only thing,
The only friend, you can trust.
A broken heart will never heal,
Reform maybe,
But forever scarred,
Wounded,
Flawed internally,.
A slit or slice,
Relieving,
Erasing you,
While bleeding,
I see,
That ‘love’, with faults and good,
Will soon end me.
But worry not,
For Im sure ‘he’ wont.
Probably forgot, me,
My ‘way’,
My life,
My only survival,
The knife.
