I want to scream at you,
I want you to hear the feelings that I can hardly express,
Do you know that pain!
What you've caused of me,
Look at me,
I'm not worth looking at but I want you to see the monster you've created.
Don't you see that I hate the taste of the words on my mouth,
The taste of defeat,
I'm broken, so broken and shattered that I can hardly live anymore.
I don't want to live like this.
One thing I beg of you, please!
I'll get on my knees,
I'll scream the hallelujah,
Anything, I beg of you please take me out of misery!
I want to be happy!
But no one gets it,
No matter how many mirrors I shatter,
They don't get that the self-hatred I feel was all because of you.
You built me up,
You called me beautiful,
You told me you couldn't live without me,
Then you screamed at me to leave!
That I was nothing to you!
How am I supposed to feel,
Don't you understand?
It's not all my fault,
I'll take the blame for my words, my actions, everything I did wrong,
But how could you murder me when all I wanted was to trust you?
I loved your scars,
I loved them with a passion that I can't quite explain,
And the only words I have left to say is why?
How could you?
Why did you?
I loved you,
And the worst part is,
I don't think I'll ever stop.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAnother poetry book, ramblings of feelings, just everything I could think of, and maybe you can relate? :)