It

It's a feeling in my gut that forces fear into me
It's a feeling in my heart that forces screams you can’t hear
It's everything I'm not and everything I could be
It's a blurred vision that’s clouded by tears
It's a pill in my stomach and a knife on my wrist
It's a feeling of hatred and not being missed
It knows that I'm replaceable
It knows that I'm forgettable
It just knows that you words are fake
It knows that held against me is hate
I know that you will turn on me one day
You’ll look at me and simply say;

“You’re not what I want
You’re not what I need
You’re not what I want
You’re just a dying weed”

It's the bottom of a bottle
It's the speed with your foot on the throttle
It's the silence after a storm
It's the quite when you morn
It's not being able to put your finger on the problem
It's watching helplessly knowing you can’t solve them
It's watching as the one person you love walks out of your life
And not having any answers, just having your knife
The loneliness it brings
The laughter that it sings
The wet tears that sting
It tells me who to be
It's everything that’s me

~Written in Blood~
Samantha

-This is one of my many crappier poems, tell me what you think...-