you hurt me with your voice
so i tried to scream
but all that came out was
a whimper
you cut my confidence
so i tried to kill you
but you didn't have
a heart
you made me bleed
all over the floor
so i grabbed a knife
and tore into your veins
but your blood was made of
lava
and your soul,
corrupted far beyond help,
knocked me down
before i could regain
my breath
so here's my promise to you
that one day
i'll stand back up
and make you feel the way
i did
if you even can feel at all
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind