It's dark and cold, the floor is tattered
This house is in shatters
Nothing makes any sense
In the walls lie dents
From my fist, from my anger
I wish I never knew
How much I didn't mean to you
When I come back to this place
I'm alone, its just an empty space
I look at myself in the mirror
Wondering what's wrong with me
To be left alone in anger and agony
I'll live my life knowing all your lies
While everyone I know
Including you; dies
As you tear me apart
Break my heart
I'll slit my wrists
Trying to atone for your damage
It's never too late
So they say
My heart is filled with hate
I say
It's way too late
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