I feel like i'm dying from the inside out
once a plump fresh fruit, i am now black and shriveled
beyond recognition for this accusation you've perceived
disbelieving me and taking their lies as truth
inside my chest i can see in past my ribs of decayed matter from the image i stare at in the mirror
to a single organ in the center of emptiness
my heart darkened with turmoil
barely beating because of the agony
placed in my palms from the beginning
without of what was to happen or who you'd choose
my love was tainted by the one who was supposed to teach a proper example
and instead taken hold by trusting hands that turned deceitful in the care of my broken and healing soul
I learned that the same treatment you accept on the daily
had fallen upon me and what i thought was honesty
was only a mask of someone less deserving
of the love she had taught me in my young age
but had been buried and lost in grief
Though now i am aware
life is a killer and death is peace
for she doesn't have to succumb
to those i can but only wish better thoughts
and days of change
to their pitiful existence
for committing further pain.
-empty until death and obliterated in an incinerator
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
