Do you remember when I said I loved,
Remember when I said I cared,
But now, not even a smile I would've dared
You have broken me beyond repair,
Crippled and folded in my despair
Are you happy now, Is this what you wanted
Me, always feeling like I'm hunted,
I say, you have damaged me for the last time
But those words are not mine,
Neither are they true,
my body always seems to find its way to you,
and I am ashamed,
Because these scars you made, they remained,
Though self inflicted,
The pain you caused never lifted,
I watched a single crimson drop fall,
and it tainted my soul,
The beauty in it I saw, and I craved more,
Even after I found myself bloodied on the floor
I was ashamed, and elated,
a urgent message my arms had stated,
But there was no one to see,
The pain I had inflicted upon me,
Every thought of you smeared with scarlet,
I had thought it was a colour I hated,
But through the pain,
the love I once held for you, remained.
That's what I hate,
My feelings I have to debate,
They're crimson stained,
Myself, I have maimed,
I traced the lines upon my wrist,
its a feeling I have missed,
They say it was a phase,
But if they look closely, they'd see that's not the case
Fresh wounds, a few days old
it would make their blood run cold,
This demon isn't going away,
No, hyde is here to stay.
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
