I hate the way you talk to me like you didn't break me
The way you pull me close and whisper your spells
Your hands hold me warm but your nails dig deep
My arms are marked with my decay
Like my grave I will stay
Buried alive in a shallow grave I weep
I hate you with the fire that once burned for you
I let the fire burn at my arms and legs
I let the fire feed at my soul
The papers I write
The life I had before you.
I hate you in a way that isn't hate
I love you and it feeds to the hate
I burry out the heart I kept for you
I let it shine with the clean water I pour over it
I let myself shine for you
My smile
My laugh
You heard me once
You smiled once
Every good thing would come to an end
You didn't hear me
And I didn't hear the dishonesty
I still smile
I still break
YOU ARE READING
If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
