Pain of Poetry..

A minute by minute,
A hour by hour,
Day by day,
Poetry has gone better,
Poetry gone sadder..
Filling no happiness into my heart,
Only by sadness..

What more can I endure?
The pain,
The agony,
The lies.
I have cried enough to cry myself a stream to look upon.

I want to die,
They said that time heals all wounds,
It made it hurt so much more..
Pain is not an issue anymore,
I will take my knife and stab myself,
But only a promise is holding my back.
A promise of a final goodbye..

Words are said,
But not known.
If I showed this to someone they will not know.

Sometimes words aren't enough to let go,
It can hold on to you.
And just make everything worse.