Poem: My Hell
My heart aches and yearns... waitingWith all the stitches I've had to put in itThe rips and gaps wont seem to healWith what everyone has done to my heart...I wish I could run away from it allThe past the future, I just want to forgetAll this pain and sorrow that corrupts my very soulIt pains me to look back on those happy memoriesThe smiles on their faces then...Realizing they are far from reach, never again to be thereMaking my eyes water, my heart ache physical painAdding more suffering and aching Why do I do this to myself, I don't know. Human nature?The tears will never leave my eyes, metaphoricallyMy soul was hardened to the coreNever allowing myself sorrow to escapeMaybe the rage is necessaryIn bad situations.This fate makes me feel so useless, so... painedThe agony that I've kept locked up with aLock and key, in the pit of my stomach are not enoughto hold back the monster inside, it twists and turnsscreams and growls, Wanting to claw it's way outIt's so tempting to think about releasing itNot caring what it would do, the destruction, Chaos But I also know that's a horrid idea,Because once you saw it, you'd never see me the sameNever ever, ever again.The rage the sorrow the painThe grief and heart break stackingIt's a pain that would rip into my heart, and moreYet I go on? For what reason. I never knewI am never sure of myself, I throw away that keyto hell, which lays in the pit of
my gutwhich allows that bloody tear to fall from my eyePeople say over and over, they understand me, they know meDo they get it, but seriously think about itDO YOU REALLY FUCKING KNOW ME?!if you think so, I think you maybe wrong?!or not, but still it's rare for people to know how corruptionCan tear and break and destroy your hope for everythingWith in a short few years of hell, a hell I wanted to blow upwith huge flames. Watching that house I could never call a home, the burning would bring a evilglimmer to my eyes, watching them burn. Paying them back for the very hellThey had decided to inflicted on me! But I could never do thatDay by day, I sit here waiting. Hoping something insane would happenSo I could use all this stored hate and rage, sorrow and painthat thing with the red eyes, to rip the insanity all apartZombies? Supernatural shit, oh... Bring it onI'll set it all on fucking fire!!!People probably sit here reading this, wondering why or how I'd write somethingLike this, I'd advise you live in my shoes for certain parts of my lifebecause I could never show you the love I've felt, unless it it necessary to understandmy pain... could you ever understand what hell I've been lead through.Highly doubtful, Next time you think you fully understand me youshould read this again... and wonder.The one thing I would always do, is use this insane hate and
rage that is locked awayto save or Protect the people I care for, friends, lovers, ex's, acquaintances... Fear me or not fear me, from what you normally see I doubt you'd understand!