The Wall

I promised myself id never write again
it remineded me too much of you
and all my past and pain remains
but yet sit and write i do

quietly the candles flame flicker
as i watch the wax slowly drown
and with the ink bleeding on the paper
ill write my broken heart down

begging for the salvation in words
of which it may gain me peace
only to find the flame come down
and the pain to effortlessly increase

it reminds me of of us two
and the love we so called had
and how i went from innocence
to breing so damn sad

and i hate you every day for it
but i love you through the shame
and so you hang me on the wall
another memory in a frame

the walls are pure and white
that colors now one of death
each broken heart around me
screams to cease my breath

they feed off of my heart now
i am broken, easy prey
and as im drained of feeling
on the frame ill silently lay

and your wall is still up high
i dont think it will ever brake
i cryed and waited outside
but i see now that was my mistake

you used and hurt us all
like rags from tattered floors
while all our hearts we gave, to you
we were nothing but foolish w h o res

and one day your wall will crumble
and youll watch the wax falling to drown
and with the ink bleeding on the paper
you'll write your broken heart down

only this time it will be too late
im never coming back
for although your heart has come to live
mine is fully black

.......im confused.....when i wrote this poem i was so pissed....but now......dam mit