Two Sides of Poetry

Blood is Pain *

I have all this pain deep inside

Don't know how to let it out

I turn to the blade

To let it out

Under that blade

It pours out blood red

Soaking the sheets

With my pain

And pain withers

Turning brown

Rotting with no flesh to prey

Dying with no soul to wrap around

With its spiky thorns

It collapses my heart

Every time I think

It moves around

Tearing me apart inside

Until skin meets the blade

Shredding it to bits

Turning pain liquid

It screams turning red

And it slides around

With nowhere to go

And then it dies

Hard and brown

It dies

And I wash it away

With happy bubbles

Dissolving all the pain

The brush scrubs

Scrubs at it like it scrubbed away my insides

With clean sheets I lay

Once again ripping it out

Getting it all out

But without it I die

Without pain to tear me apart

I have nothing

No pain to run through my heart

And my heart grows cold

And that cold runs through me

And I turn cold

And it's over

No more to battle with

I am useless

Walking day to day eyes clouded

So cold

While others fight their battles

Not letting it out

They turn their backs

Seeing I took the easy way

I didn't fight it

I let it consume me

And fought myself with that blade

I killed myself

I killed the pain

I killed my soul

Not the pain

I didn't fight it

I was weak

Don't worry

I say

I'm not the only one

I'm not the only cold dead soul

We all wander the earth

Lost and empty

Touching no one

Just drifting through life

Until the day I really die

Cold and alone