The blood is on my hands.
What have I become?
What have I done?
Blood is in my mouth.
I can taste it now.
The sweetness and bitterness that's inside.
I remember.
See them in my hands.
I didn't mean to!
I wasn't supposed to!
Gunshots ringing in my ears.
Me filled with fear
Blood is on my hands.
Suddenly,
I feel cold.
No Winter.
No Spring.
Neither Summer.
Neither Fall.
Just a breeze.
A breeze of agonizing cruelty.
It was very idiotic of me.
Lost and angered.
What have I done?
Blood is still on my hands.
I don't want to do this!
I just want to feel pure bliss!
But I just can't help it.
Gunshots ringing in my ears.
Me feeling wounded.
Me self-destructing.
No more suffering!
No more torture!
Please, I beg of you!
Gunshots......
Gunshots......
Gunshots......
It was life changing.
Very eye-opening.
Blood will forever be on my hands.
I really do hope you can understand.
Just needed violence and the hell to stop.
Just needed the wind to blow a river.
It didn't need to be like this.
So......
insufferable.
So......
intolerable
Traumatizing.
Destroying.
Desolating.
Chaos.
What have I become?
What have I done?
It's devastating.
It's depressing.
As to I, who will forever have blood on my hands.
Nothing will be the same again.
Can you look at me now?
Because I became something horrifying.
Something tragic.
I've done the unspeakable.
Blood can never be washed away.
It's always going to be there.
So,
can you?
YOU ARE READING
Obstacles
PoésieObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
