Saturday, August 13, 2011


My love for you has died out. 
The pain it causes for me puts a hole through my chest,
as if there was nothing there to begin with. 
When you cut me open, 
I never thought I would bleed. 
Just take me, 
and shut me out. 
Just don't break me, 
because I am broken enough.

You once said you loved me,
But that all soon changed.
Once you knew I was different,
You disowned me. 
Destroyed me.
Hated me.

Now I cry tears of crimson
that stain my carpet of sadness and pain.
I'm not that strong willed.
I can't smile while hurt.
All of you that I have now,
Is the imprint of your hatred
Upon my heart.

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