I'm a monster.
A creature with no sense of humanity.
Who is one to take another life?
To play God.
I am no God.
I am a slaughter.
To watch as a body is dragged away into the dark with no life left.
Lungs empty.
The air in mine once belonged to you.
But I have no remorse.
Why would I?
A knife to my stomach at the age of 5, just because you couldn't stand to let a child be a child.
So I held a knife to yours.
Puncturing your gut.
The same gut you claim to go by when I was stripped away of a life.
Twisting my hand as blood spews out.
Just as when twisted words came out of you, vomit rose in my throat.
I slash your neck and break your spine.
How dare you think I'm beneath you just because I am your creation.
For I am not cut from your womb but something much greater.
You claim to know what's best, but was it for the better when I had my dignity and virginity stripped from me?
Was it for the best when I was stuffed with sin against my will?
No, but I asked for it didn't I?
Well, so did you as you wallow on the ground, gasping for life, as I watch with murderous intent in my eyes.
How does it feel to have your insides ripped out of you, for this has been a feeling of mine for far too long?
I not only cried every time you ripped a piece of my humanity away from me but also planned your death.
I've envisioned it enough times to taste the blood on my hands as your heart beats softly.
You've ripped mine out plenty of times, so it's time I rip yours in return.
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I Try To Drown My Demons, But They Know How To Swim
PoetryThis is a collection of short stories and poems written by someone with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), BD2 (Bipolar Disorder type 2), Severe depression, PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder), Schizophrenia, and anxiety. I've also experienced...