World of Pain

by Dementia   Apr 19, 2007


I sit and wait hoping you'll come.
Voices around me utter
He's not coming back
He never loved you.
The lies I know are true.
But still I wait.

I can't get over the things you tell me.
Like my dreams the words come and go.
My tears stream down like the rainy day we met.

I tell myself move on.
But still I hold on to those memories.
I sit and wait for death to come.
Only then will this pain leave.

I think about you constantly.
And cry myself to sleep.
The scars I bear will never go
for my heart is what they call home.

Now I sit on my own
full of pain instead of love.
Only with death will I be whole.

Down comes the knife,
My body becomes its Keeper
The pain comes,
all at once but only for a while.
Slowly light fades

now darkness,
My soul rises to the heavens away from
This World of Pain.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Black Rose

    Nice poem its flow of words is kool. and thanks for the comment

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