Screams Of Terror

Your standing in front of me,
like you dont care,
that we are over,
that we are you and i,
not us any longer.

ripping and tearing,
clawing and pulling,
at my heart,
it must stop,
but how will i get over it?

'i hate him" i mutter,
repeating it over and over,
hoping to get it stuck,
stuck inside my head,
soon i might believe it.

screams of rage,
fill my body,
to the breaking point,
"shes gunna break soon",
keeps playing in my head.

"why is it me,
that you hate so much?
why is it me,
that you tortcher?
answer me please!!" i scream.

but nothing,
not a sound,
just the lyrics in my head.

curlin up,
into a tiny ball,
the ground is so rough and hard,
yet so inviting,
thous an idea.

i grab my trusty blade,
whos always at my side,
once,
twice,
three times down my arm.

ahhhh,
such releaf,
such bliss.