Decieving Sight; Closure Night Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I'm going to be sick.
How long do you insist on tormenting me?
Stringing along my trust,
when you have no intentions of being truthful.
The pain you've shaken in my heart,
is more defeating, then you'll ever know.
The blood crying from my throat,
because I could never feel
beautiful enough for you.
The flesh carved,
is like a silent scream.
it echoes through my being.
Every butterfly you ever gave me,
turned sickly.
Spreading disease,
and slowly taking my life.
Love,
is the slowest form of death, of suicide.
I can hardly lift my eyes,
to meet the gaze of yours anymore.
Your soft lips meet my cheek,
as you whipe a tear from my eye.
How long do you plan on torturing me so?
I'm so weak.
I can hardly move my limbs,
or hold up my head.
Breathing is life have pins and needles,
blown into every breath.
I'm tearing myself to pieces,
biting my lip until it bleeds.
How long are you going,
to ask me to risk my life for me?
If being with you is so deadly,
how could you ask me to be blind to the truth?
As if I don't see what's happening.
The blood from my eyes,
the sleepless nights.
It's almost become,
the thing that makes me feel safe.