Take Me Home (Original Poems)

But I Can't - Poem 119

I grow anxious and sick quickly.

My stomach turns.

I keep myself together.

I leave the room in silence with a smile on my face.

I walk up the stairs, then to my bedroom.

No one was here, the dark made me feel better.

I close the door, and I slowly grow more and more sick to my stomach.

He said he'd wait for me.

The first time was on accident.

I believed him.

Letting my hands take hold of me head.

I leaned against the wall.

The wall had a texture,

So I lowered my body to the ground slowly as my face was marked by the wall.

My blood stained the white paint.

I just let the blood drip down my face to my neck.

It was warm and it made me shiver in disgust.

All at once me head filled with memories,

Running for the bathroom,

I barely make it.

Blood started to drip into the bowl,

Staining the water pink.

I stood and found her in the mirror.

Sleep deprived,

Stressed,

Broken,

And hurt.

For the blue,

Pretty blue eyes that once lit up

Are now grey.

Sad,

Defeated,

Shattered,

And lost.

You have taken me.

I want to let go.

I want to let go.

I want to let go.

But I can't.