I listen,
to the sound of my heart
though its not the prettiest sound
It cries from all the cuts you made
It still bleeds for you:
Thats what you wanted.
I listen,
to the sound of sobs
though its not a calming sound.
The tears fall because of all the blood drawn;
Is that what you wanted?
I listen,
to the sound of my own breath
though its not a healthy breathing sound.
Its shallow from the knife you shoved in my heart
I lay in my blood for you;
Thats not you wanted.
You wanted pain, suffering
but instead you see what you once loved,
out of reach, lost to the darkness
The same darkness that convinced you to
do what now is done.
You got what you wanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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