Tonight I cut for you -
You made me upset,
You made me feel like nothing,
I thought you understood
But no-one does,
Not even others who do the same,
Not even myself.
Tonight I bled for you -
The redness my anger,
The redness my rage,
The redness my blood
That I spilled for you.
You, the chosen one,
Who tonight made me sad.
Tonight I cried for you -
Tears of hurt,
Tears of pain.
I am not your friend,
You have others who
Can smile,
Can be happy,
Can be nice,
Can understand you,
Can help you.
I tried to help, really I did,
And in return?
I was pushed away,
Buried alive,
Suffocated by your words,
Drowned by your actions.
Tonight I died for you -
Killed myself
With your help.
I could not have done it without you.
You finished me off,
Pushed me under,
Made me nothing,
Made me imaginary.
Now I am never to arise.
Tonight I spilled my last drop of blood,
All.
For.
You.
Tonight,
Everything.
Was.
For.
You.
ok I'll admit... this is a pretty strange poem. let me know what you think all the same.
