A million times I called for you
A thousand times I cried
I would say it was my fault but I tried
But my constant pleading didn’t stop your ways
You were in class A
Therefore you aren’t here today
I let tears cascade down
And I let whimpers overflow from my mouth like water in a beaker
I let myself take the pain
You are now gone
But why did you have to go and die?
Why ignore me and then say goodbye?
I just cant understand why you did it
It slides over my brain
I have searched the heavens
And asked God in the holy place
But the answer escapes my understanding
But now your bodies vacant
And your lips are ice blue
Your polluted emptiness seems all but unclean
All this sadness seems obscene
I stand and wait
I stand and watch
Your marble case placed under dirt
Then buried
A million times I told you did I not?
A thousand times you did
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The Abuse Poems
PoetryA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade