poetry

The pain

The pain is like a dogs bite,

when he's rabid,

or maybe its a mobster, 

and hes Savage.

As he pulls out a gun then,

POW!

You're done,

you fall wounded, 

and defeated as the bullet hits your heart,

tearing it apart.

This is my pain, 

and it won't stop,

It continues to conquer my other feelings, 

and it rips me slowly,

taking away piece by piece.

It grips my heart,

and tears it apart.

I put on a facade,

and pretend I'm okay,

I lie and say I'm fine.

I lie and say I'm happy.

But its not always a lie.

sometimes the pain will fade away,

and leave peaceful happiness,

But even that eventually fades,

and leaves a large hole where my heart would be.

I swear I want to be happy,

but with all this shit in my life how am I supposed to be?

I try,

and try,

and sometimes am,

but only with my friends.

when I'm alone the thoughts wont leave,

like little voices telling me the bad times.

I always think of places to hide scars,

the thought of cutting there,

but I refuse,

saying "I have friends that would be sad if I did so! 

So I'll keep my body clean,

of self inflicted harm,

unless they leave,

or I manage to break further."

I keep my tears in at school, 

and wish for the pain to end,

but pain doesn't just end like that...

huh?....