Despair Poem by exile evans

It feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.
I've fallen to my knees in agony and despair.
Screaming, crying, begging for mercy.
I just want someone to care.
I need it to stop
Please make it stop.
I lost everything.
I've been forced to give in as every last bit of hope is violently ripped away from me.
Cut away along with my heart.
I am hanging from the edge of a seemingly endless cliff
As my desperate attempts to hold on are sabotaged.
Poked, prodded, examined,  
increasing in intensity.
Stepped on, hit,  
kicked, punched,  
and finally
Stabbed right through my stolen heart
By an unknown force.
Testing me
Pushing me to my very limits
Til i can no longer take it
and I fall.
Impaled by the spikes of failure and hate.
Left breathless by the winds of grief and loss.
Screams of anger and rage silenced by fear and betrayal.
Tears of surrender falling from my sunken cheeks.
My cries out for help, suddenly quiet
As i finally start to realize,
I will only be abandoned in the end.
Forever alone.
I should have never believed in love or trust.
My desolate eyes accept my fate.
The knife of despair at my throat,
Held by the unseen ghost
Of hope.
My blood drips, slow and methodical down my skin.
Sedating my entire being.
Comforting me to my very core.
Slit it.
I dare you.
I have prayed for so long to be let go.
I am not afraid of death.
I am but petrified of life.
Yet
I hold the power to choose my own fate.
Only i have strength here, not you.
I am the one in control.
You can not end my life
When i am the one holding the knife.
Neither hope, nor despair can destroy me.
For I am despair itself.



And despair has made it's choice.
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