Sad Poems

when will it end?

Author: Secretly-voldemort

I am sat in a room
What room am i in?
The walls drawing close
My breath starting to thin.

There's a table at my chest
Menacing it seems
Theres something liquid on it
It drips, it gleams.

It's a dark red colour
I realise it must be blood
But where did it come from?
I stare at the flood.

I look at my wrist
The trail starts there
The razor in my hand
At them both I stare.

A cackle in the corner
Is what makes me aware
That I'm not alone here
Im never alone anywhere

But then I see him
The demon who pains
Who destroyed me, created another
And bound me to chains

Of the fear he created
He carved into my brain
And though I try to escape it
Hell never be slain

He draws ever nearer
Repeating that line
The one that he demanded
Whence he removed my shine.

The harsh pulls and pushes
The accidental touch
In the end it proved to me
To all be too much

Because this is my nightmare
Both literal and not
You cant say I didn't try
I gave it my best shot