Maybe I'm paying
For something I did
Some debt that
I owe.
But when will
I finish paying my ransom?
When will it be enough?
Please tell me
What I did wrong,
So I can make up for it.
I have no idea
Where to start.
Because
Making me miserable
And messing with
My head,
Isn't enough for you.
Because
Tears streaming
Down my face
While gasping for air,
Isn't enough for you.
You won't be satisfied
Until blood
Stops running through my veins,
Until my heart
Stops beating,
Until oxygen stops
Making its way to my lungs.
You're going down
And you're taking
Us all with you.
I've done nothing
Wrong!
Yet I've done all I could
To make it up,
To be perfect in your eyes,
To be good enough.
You can make
This scene a daily routine
This madness,
The insanity,
It doesn't get to me anymore.
My tears are not from
Weakness,
Not from defeat...
It's the fact that I can't
Even bring myself
To hate you for it,
And that's something
You'll never fucking understand.
Congratulations,
We've become statistics.
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*Sorry for the profanity*
YOU ARE READING
Unleashed Silence
PoetryI could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.
