Rip me to shreds and throw me away
I wouldn't care and neither would they
I'm just a broken soul, twisted and dead
Heart plagued with coldness and dread
What do you want from me, a happy life?
For me to marry and become someones wife?
I hate to tell you but thats not going to happen
My heart shall infinitely continue to blacken
As crimson drips down porcelyn, down the drain
No longer is there a feeling of pain
A simple and pleasant throbbing of numb
Feeling like an infant, sucking on their thumb
Nobody to raise me or understand
My soul is broken, bland
Have fun watching my cry
Because soon you'll be watching me die
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(...I made this when I was in a slightly pissy mood, not quite sure if that helped or made it worse. Eh, whatever, new poem for you)
