Too Bad Poem by Jessica Elizondo

Instead of an antidote you
filled the needle with pioson.
I trusted you. I guess my jugdement
was off that day. The day you
said you would forever stay.
Thoughts pass of memories
slashed. But I didn't die, just
in a coma, and you still don't
have the decentcy come to visit.
The scars heal as the tears
flow when the pain makes me kneel.
The pain makes it harder, every
day, every second I hear your name.
Why can't you just leave and
heal this pain I heave. I can't
take it, my thoughts tear my apart.
Insanity rushes in as every word
you've ever spoken are turned
into lies. Too bad you can't see
the pain through my eyes.