Saw how you shredded that paper,
the last piece of writing from me.
Thought that you'd show them,
all the traumatic experiences you've put me through.
Waiting for that ambulance,
to let the men in white coats save me.
Why couldn't you save me instead?
Why couldn't you listen to me instead?
We all have those wishes,
whisper in the presence of air about turning back the clock.
I cocked it twice and pulled,
yes I pulled the trigger.
Nothing could save me,
I knew that.
I also needed peace,
how will you know if you were too busy entertaining the very same person who nearly killed me.
Yes...
You don't know that,
because you always away.
Leave my bloody body to rot,
all the money they left you.
Wasted with wealthy humans,
who didn't care about you.
How did we survive,
my plans got you out of hunger.
Now you spitting in my resting face,
with your crocodile tears.
Take care of yourself,
since i always had you fed.
How lucky were you,
to wake up in a place of comfort.
While i had to be enslaved,
right in your sight.
Hope you live in harmony,
since i got out of the way.
I can't believe,
I thought you cared for me.
I will be asleep for eternity,
don't dare pretend as if you once cared.
Tell them the whole truth,
dare leave out a detail of how hostile your were.
I got scares covering my lifeless body,
I didn't tell anybody.
But the man,
the man in white coats will acknowledge the pain I've been through.
YOU ARE READING
The naked me. (Completed)
PoésieA POETRY BOOK, mainly based on free verse writing. - Sonnet's and elegy's, gives it a sense of emotion. A revelation of my factious side that has never faced the surface of this world.
