Musings of the Insane

Diamonds

A lot of things remind me of

diamonds.

My mom always loved them,

because of the way they make her feel.

My sister just wore them,

because she loved the way they sparkled.

But I hate them.

I hate diamonds with a fire brighter

than the flames that created them.

Because they are cold, emotionless.

Like me.

They shine so bright, as if they held their flame,

sparkle like your eyes.

I guess that's the reason I hate them.

So many memories,

painful and raw.

All I ever wanted was you.

I didn't need money,

fame, or diamonds.

Just you.

And I thought I had it,

for a while.

But you left me here,

with nothing.

Just memories and

blades.

I hate me, just the usual.

They hate me, I don't care what they think.

You hate me?

I'm broken.

Lost.

I want to be a diamond.

Beautiful.

Invincible.

Emotionless.