Tears drip from my face
salt stains my skin
my anger grows
with the drip drop of salty tears.
"Why me?"
I always ask myself
"Why do I always have to be abused?"
I am not alone,
I know,
but I am the lone victim
of a long lasting vendetta,
a hatred that I have long since had.
The mirror, I see, to my soul grows darker
anger fills my veins
as I hold up a knife.
A voice screams "KILL!"
and another speaks calmly, "don't be rash"
As I drop the knife
I fall to my knees,
and sob silently.
All the people I hold dear
are to far away.
I have nobody,
not a person near,
that can help me.
Please,
oh please,
help me stay safe.
My body is reckless,
and my mind is scared.
My fears will have taken over
and my life will come to an end,
as I drown in a river of sorrow.
CZYTASZ
mid night poetry( part 1)
PoezjaAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
