Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind

A Broken Heart and A Poisoned Mind

I'm trying to explain what happened to me.

I wasn't given riches or nice things or true love.

I was given only myself to ridicule.

A body and a face I despise.

I was given fake friends and broken promises.

I was given lost love and incomplete puzzles.

I was given a hopeless amount of imagination to brood on things that could've been.

I wasn't given direction.

I was led myself astray.

Regrets in my voice, and fear in my chest.

I can't keep going, I think I need to rest.

Kiss me good bye.

I am walking down a dead end street.

You can go somewhere else or you can walk with me.

I am walking with no purpose.

Or make one for me, like the others.

I'm just here for you to lean on, and abuse.

My body is beaten and bruised.

I don't know what love is.

I can't even tell you what hate is.

I'm full and all I know is I'm full of sadness.

I know I'd die for the people who love me.

But I couldn't tell you that because we both know I'm already dying.

Drops of blood fall behind me as I walk down this dead end street.

Because for those in which I hold a place in their hearts, I'd bleed.

You can torture me, and bring out your whips.

I'm telling you know that I won't go any faster.

I won't scream in protest.

I'll just weep silent tears because that's what I'm already doing.

You can grab my hand in hopes of helping.

Eventually, the tears I cry will loosen the grip.

It's not your fault.

I want you to know that I wasn't ever going to get better.

The worst prison is the prison you locked yourself in.

The bars are made of ice and slice you when you touch them.

Their made of cold judgement and all things you wish you hadn't done.

In darkness, there's comfort, but in blinding white, there's only so much you're eyes can take.

I remember climbing trees and smiling but I have long forgotten how to do those things.

I remember the laughs we had over stupid things, but now I just feel like stupid is stupid.

I remember the time they all walked away.

They decided I wasn't good enough for them.

For innocence tends to be the first to learn about the guilty.

Crimes I've made are unforgivable.

The tricks, the lies and the cheating revenge.

I've done some bad things, and I have sinned.

It was all done because of my loss of innocence.

The only two things that I could ever find.

A broken heart and a poisoned mind.