Decision

Within this mortal body,
within this hollow spirit,
within these reached bones...
Is a tortured heart...

The pain, it bleeds so,
never stopping,
nor ceasing,
but carrying pain within this heart beat.

I saw the world,
and it didn’t grant peace,
it brought the heart scars.

People teased, violence is corrupt,
evil is afoot,
it is within us all.

These scars, I made,
were provoked by society,
they created them, but no one could see them.

With slashes on my arm,
the blood drips down,
painfully,
while evil laughs in my face.

No one cares about me,
they give me faces,
not kindness.

They give me bruises and scratches,
but never any peace,
with all this darkness with everyone,
I can see why.

I’m normal, while others are not,
to live is a curse,
while others believe I’m insane.

I take the dagger,
I point it at the heart,
and for a second,
it cries for mercy,
but then,
it skips it heartbeats.

I let the dagger sink into my skin,
deeper,
deeper,
between my ribs
and into the main sores....
The heart.

The body senses a problem,
but yet I see a solution,
I slowly feel the pain,
happiness,
is another feeling.

I die,
but yet no one notices,
I was never known,
no funeral, wake, no one came,
I was left alone,
in the shadows of my coffin,
and no one showed love.

My heart,
it stopped beating,
the pain I endured,
is dead and never shall live.

My spirit banished,
my body in ground,
for now...I mourn... for myself,
all alone... to mourn... to myself,
is lonely,
no one there for you...
since life is cruel.