Your Love Did This - Poem by Saisha Meyer
Darkness surrounds me and pain is all i feel
its like im drowning in this air that i breathe and i ask is any of it real?
my emotions overcome me so i cut and dont feel the pain
its the storm of my life and my tears are the rain.
people are all around me hurrying to pass me by
while im sstuck in the moment slowly wanting to die
the ones i love seem to always go away
its just not fair that they leave and i have to stay behind.
they say life is full of joys and happiness but yet
no one ever wants to talk about the corruption and the pain
if the world is so perfect then why do i want to leave
and if everything is expected then why do i cover my arms with my sleeves
does it scare you to see the marks of my fears
and when you see these cuts do you realize my tears
if only i had someone to tell me that they really care
to say those three words back is but one love to share.
i can stand in a crowded room and yet still be alone
i live in a house but it is not a home
yet no one could feel the way that i do
cuz i loved you so much but now look what you have done
the thought of your touch the vision of your smile
it drives me to do this cuz it drives me wild
to hear you say the words that you love me again
then i will put down the blade and never cut again
as i lay in the water naked and free
and the warm temped water surrounds me
the water is so warm but yet i feel so cold
like my soul is being taken form me cuz for your love its been sold
and once again im wrapped in your warm and loveing arms
away from the reality and the cruelty of all life's harms
and i see all my loved ones that have once passed me by
it has all come to this cuz for your love i have died.
this poem i wrote when a guy i dated for three years left me for my best friend in 2004
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