"you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do it's killing."
what if
I just hold them
can I call it a metaphor?
what if
I just know that
it's only once more?
what if
the feeling
haunts me to this day?
what if
I crave it
though it should go away?
maybe to hold them in my hands
but nowhere else
maybe that is what
would finally help.
maybe all of these memories
would just go away
maybe I will bleed all of my worries
until I'm all out.
maybe they will give me power
control though I know
I have no power over the urge.
they were wrong when they sent me there
they should have sent me away.
I knew from the look on her face
she knew her daughter was insane
and the very next day
I knew
she never loved me the same.
this power it has over me is something
that has forever been unspeakable
I am trying to put it into words, so I no longer hurt
but it's hard when it still takes my breath and turns it into worse.
open
close
open
close
open
close
open.
my mind no longer hurts.
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I Wrote This At Midnight
PoetryI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
