Gradually dying,
ripping my soul from my being
beaten and shattered
With full consent from my broken heart
For the one thing I truly wanted
That I was slowly killing myself over
could never see me, or want me
Rejecting me, over and over again
Until I crawled back pathetically
you told me you still wanted me
just to break my will again
and leave me more severed from myself time and time again.
I was never paid any mind, by the likes of you
not even a second option
just a last resort
when you felt lonely at night.
And I fell into a bottomless pit of anguish and sorrow
I dug my own grave so deep,
I was never able to climb out
Holding onto a love that never existed
The field of my dreams so barren
my desire for anything but you, never grew
and look where I am now
bleeding while you're sleeping
instantly I'm gone without a sound
leaving nothing behind
miserable in my own personal purgatory
now to spend eternity alone
but free to roam
endlessly
with out you
my horrid love
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PuisiA memoir of poems written not only by me, but people ive never seen, from friends and family to memorable lovers. To be broken and lost, unloved, and tortured within, is to read a poem to describe the emotions you're feeling. If not only to find a l...
