If I were here one day then gone the next,
due to a damaged happiness that you constantly vexed,
Would you grieve the absence you once resented?
Would you miss my quirks and everything it represented?
Would you take responsibility,
for a life lost that was filled with misery?
A life you plagued like a disease,
that never rested nor was at ease.
Would I be another forgotten "tragedy"?
Or a force penetrating cruel hearts with morality?
A pain rooted from societal demands,
drove my blood to be stained on your grimy hands.
If only you'd thought twice, before ruining me once,
because the tables have turned,
and your new end has just begun.
YOU ARE READING
My End and Your Beginning
PoetryHas anyone ever caused pain in your life, intentionally? Has anyone ever made you suffer, to make themselves feel better? Have you ever wondered if these people would feel remorse if something happened to you? This poem is about that very realizatio...