Sickening Silence Poem by Dakota Ellerton

The silence is almost sickening,
compared to the words you’re speaking.
I subconcious finish the scenetence,
after you’ve told me you love me.
I can feel tears run down my face,
as I beg mercy of myself.
This pain is irreplacable,
undescribable.
My soul burns slowly,
to the thought of suicide.
I do not repent for mistakes,
as they’re thing’s I can not change.
I pace myself through a day,
to not cover too much skin.
There’s only so much flesh.
I always stock on medication,
for a sick security of knowing it’s an option.
I’d crossed so many lines,
listening to my heart.
I told it all along,
this is going to kill you.
I pleaded with it to stop,
but it couldn’t.
Now it will forever suffer.