Your fault! (A poem written when I felt moderately insane)

by Alison   Nov 30, 2004


Why cant I let out all these hidden tears?
Why can’t I forgive these long gone fears?
All I want to do is go back
Go back and rewrite these morbid tracks
My life as it was is what I lust and miss
I bent down and lay my final, dark, cursed, bloody kiss
Under the veils of society
Hidden away, shut out of history
Crimson blood trickles down my fingertips
Death and hell I take small sips
I sit alone imposing a real being every night
Depression seems to have taken to me, why am I her delight?
Words have been cut into my thighs
Maybe when I’m lying 6 feet under they will tell the story of my silent cries.
Shivering from mental anguish
Why can’t anyone understand me, don’t I speak your language?
Doctor, why is there a bitter hole?
Right in the center of my withering soul?
I see red consume my world
Is everyone’s anger showing through?
Or am I a bloody eyed, troubled girl?
Why can’t I rest my head and dream?
From my pain why can’t I redeem?
All I am is cruel, white milk
Why is my soul lying in hell covered in burning silk?
Milk can’t mix
It’s a consequence of its color
It’s a consequence of having that father and that mother
The clock strikes 3 am before sunrise,
Any sleep my pillow denies.
Help me out of this hole of despair
Pull me out of the devil’s lair.
One day I’m gonna retreat from the dark
One day maybe I will hear the birds hark
These two holes in my head are faced forward
People keep telling me that that’s so I don’t look backward
But as I walk towards the heavens
My eyes wander to the ground and depression
Now I’ve come to a holt,
When will you ever stop with your verbal assault?
If ever you find me looking up into darkness, covered with dirt
Maybe you’ll finally realize that I’m the one you hurt
And as a repercussion – my death’s your fault.

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