Hell Is My Heaven - Poem by Rose Summers
Where's my heart? Why does it not beat?
Alive surely I am, for I can feel the perishing heat..
But silence is the only thing that flows through my chest
Should I lie down now and forever rest
What else can I do, I'm not as strong as you.
Tripping, falling, crashing into the ground
God I want to scream but my lips fail in sound.
Embedded in my skin are stories Ive carved deep,
Tossing and turning,
Why is it I who sees blood in her sleep?
The wounds on my wrists are weeping tears.
Lying here drunk and alone, why should I fight fears?
I drink to see death in all his glory, with no intent to finish this as a fairytale story.
For love does ceases to exist on planet earth
Weighing it down, burden since birth.
Memories n nightmares upon me they fall
Feel the pain, it suits me better than nothing at all.
Where is my heart n why does it not beat?
When I can still feel the perishing heat.
Then I remembered when I see the scars on my arm
When I was human I was obsessed with self harm
So now I wonder alone in hells barren lands
Accept it, this is my heaven as it stands.
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