Without Hearts
Another hit for the pain he put me through
Another kick for the tears I cried
Another slap for the blood spilt
Sitting in the empty darkness
Feeling sorry for myself
Afraid of being alone
Then he comes
Introducing me to the light
Only to rip my heart out and throw it away
I'm sick of being used
I'm sick of being lied to
He curls up into a ball as I let my dark thoughts roam free
Sobs taking over his battered body
Pathetic, pathetic little boy
No one will ever make me feel like this again
The pain stops here
He stares into my fiery dark eyes
And freezes
I raise my weapon and plunge it into his heart
Now we're both without a soul
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Confessions Of An Insomniac
PoetryMidnight; the clock ticks, the wind howls, the house creaks and my fear escalates. The noise's are infuriating and sleep wont claim me, all i can do is think. These are my poems; My deepest, darkest thoughts ♥
