There's a part of me
I try to keep locked away
The pure darkness
That resides within me
Her
This other person
She is the one that screams
Raise the razor
Do the deed
It's time to for us to go
Leave this Earth
To a happier place
You've tried before, my friend
Don't deny it
Why not again?
Why not take a few friends as well?
They're more than willing from what I hear
You are weak, girl
Weak!
Just being here
Just living
Is an act of cowardice
Don't you think
The world would be better off without you?
Look at you, child!
Writing silly poems
To ease the pain
In your broken heart
To relieve the sadness
That stretches too far back
It would be so much easier
To just melt away
I try to ignore her
I really do
But my resolve weakens
With every passing day
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis is the story of two entities. Her and I. One urging for pain, the other holding onto hope. These are her words. Her views. Her ideas. How much longer can I live with Her?
