2013
Blood, sweat, and tears:
You've given it all a new meaning.
My veins are frozen,
But the blood within still boils.
But not because I love you—
But because I loathe you so.
And the sweat,
The sweat the drips down my face,
From chasing you so long.
The tears,
Who could forget the tears?
Are of all the times I cried over you,
Of how you shattered every bit of me.
But no more, I cry,
For this must all end.
And not with forgiveness,
Surely not with repentance.
You created this animal,
This other side of me.
You brought it out for a reason,
And this reason you will see.
YOU ARE READING
Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
