Tear me apart
Till there is nothing left
Take no prisoners and tell no lies
The hurt that you caused
Made me want to curl up and die
The slits on my wrist
Do they seem like a lie?
You say i'm vindictave
You say i am not right
So go ahead and pretend things are all right
At night when i curl into my ball
I feel my self start to fall
That urge to let go
That urge to just die
Because in front of you i sat and i cried
You just gave me a look of disgust
And told me to get up and wipe my self off
I hate how in public i have to pretend
That things are all right
when I feel my emotions all wound up tight
Just tear me apart
Till there is nothing left
Take no prisoner and just let me rest
This is a really great poem. It really seems like you poured yourself into it. It's really good.
I've been reading your poetry and I see the talent and the strength in you! ! ! Every time you write, your attitude about yourself and ALL the 'good' life has to offer will get stronger. Keep writing and NEVER stop! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
[ those inner conflicts tear us]well-written! ! !