Tantalizing Poem by Melynda Smith

Tantalizing



Why are you so tantalizing?
Why is death also so tempting?
Why must i be tortured through memories and life?
Because for the life of me, i can't remember ever signing up for this.
Hurting and in agony when i should be bouncing with energy and being adventurous while young.
Now i'm a daredevil,
I carry knives,
I handle guns,
Yet for the life of me i can't stand emotions.
I want to feel, i want to live, love, be happy with few sad times.
Instead i feel like you are tantalizing me with your bright eyes and amazing personality
And then i feel like i just handed the keys and whips to my torturer all because i can't handle a few bad memories....
Life,
Is never what you wish it could be or want it to be.
Life is a prison,
Death is a type of freedom expected after prison.
My life,
Is full of some people who tantalize me,
And my Punisher.
God forgive me,
I believe you,
But,
I Bloody Well Hate You.

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