Love And Death

Hurt

What do you do when the one who is suppose to love you is the one who is hurting You?

What do you do when the one who is to heal you is the one breaking You?

What do you do when the one who helps pick up your broken pieces is the one who is scattering them into oblivion?

What do you do when the one you be stopped cutting for is the reason you want to pick up the knife again?

What do you do when the love of your life forsakes You?

I'll tell you what. You pick up the pieces on your own, you hold the knife away from your skin. You do what you need to stop yourself from ending it. In the end you are brought into the world alone and we go out of this world alone, so why would it be any different In the middle of our lives stories?

I'm a person who made a promise to drop the knife and try to move past it. It's a demon that hangs on my shoulder and creeps in when the rainy days turn to storms. It waits to pounce on my and drag me back to the days the blade kissed my skin and made me high on pain that I could control. Now I'm a nobody with so much pain running rampant in my vein that I am a damn about to burst.

I don't need your pity or your help, you haven't been there before why try to start now. You tell me no one will want me, you tell me I'm too broken for people to stay around me, that I run every one off because I can never be happy or stay that way.

Your right, I can't. I see the world and it's demons, not everything is a game or a joke. Nor is it always your way. I'm not a pawn nor a player in your world. I have feelings, that I have been drowning in even when the smile you so badly want to see on my face is plastered to it.

You don't care, you don't love me, you don't want me either. So leave, just like everyone else and let me once again fall under the blades spell. Please, it's the only time I'll beg of you! Let me go, let me end my pain, let me end it all!