Delayers Fate Poem by Dakota Ellerton

If leaving things in peices was your goal, you succeeded.
Left for dead I walk this path alone.
It's always the same,
everything is dark, left in shadows.
I can hear my heartbeat, echo in my ears.
What really kept me, from taking that final step?
It was not you.
The fear of living, out shines the fear of death.
My body is as ready to give up, as I am.
My stomach turns, and I feel no hunger.
I do not feel I can move.
You've destroyed, the drive I had.
Truthfully, what significance did my birth have?
Only to exhist to drift in and out of the lives of people as shallow hearted as myself.
Dare I say your heart is cold,
and you speak with a fools tongue.
You know nothing.
You are not man,
for you are child.
You are foe, and friend.
Stranger, and lover.
You are life, and death.
Yin and Yang.
You are the vomit I spew during sickness.
You are the clenched fist I throw towards the wall.
You are every scar I've ever birthed from my flesh.
You are the tears running down my face.
How could something born so pure,
become a poison so fierce?
Such answers escape me.
Unwillingly, you have stolen my last breath.
Unchained the creature my father entrusted to me.
I am about to collapse, and you've turned your back.
I dread the last time, I tell you I love you.
I cringe over the thought of your lies.
You are a horrible liar.
You're the things you hated most.
The things I fear most.
So to my dearest
I ask you this simple question,
are you ready to see the truth I have to offer you?