Clash against the wall, drop to the floor, the physical pain doesn't hurt anymore.
You dont even cry because of the pain, you just close your eyes and take it again.
You say theres no problems, you say it's okay. You say that he loves you, though you dread every day.
The scars and the bruises, the blood and the fears, will never compare to love felt through the years.
Everyone tells you to tell him good-bye, but you tell them you cant, as you break down and cry.
You tell them you know, you say it's not right, but when theres no yelling and when theres no fights...
he's all that you need, he's the love of your life, but it's because of his actions that you turn to your knife.
You know that you love him, you know he loves you, but the emotional trauma from him is times two.
It hurts when he yells and is all in your face, it hurts when he tells you your such a disgrace.
It's during those times that you turn to your blade, you escape from the problems in which you have laid.
After the fact, you clean up your wrist, you put on a smile and return to his kiss.
You can't seem to leave him and start over new. You've lost all control, your life is askew.
All that you know is that this must cease, so you have decided on eternity's peace.
I think you should brake it down a little or like this, other than that this poem is great.
you're gifted =] 5/5