Bleeding The knife in my hand is your hatred A bitter blade thrust into my skin I want to kill you I want to die Slice the skin and let it out All the years of you Telling me over and over how worthless I am I hate you Blood on my hands Its mine not yours Damn it all Do you see it in my face My rage My pain Does it show when you look at me Or do you see only the worthless little shit You so often called me Am I to you now a nightmare Do you fear me as I feared you for years Or am I still of less importance to you Than the gum you scrape off your shoe at the end of the day Damn you Words can cut me Far deeper that this knife Words will kill me faster than loss of blood Could ever do Your words Every time I think I may have made you understand You turn your back on me again All I ever wanted Was your love But you had nothing to give me All I ever needed was your approval But I got your scorn, your ridicule, your malice Now it’s cut into my skin The memory of how little you think of me Carved into the flesh you so often maligned: MOM
sounds like something that iwuold say.the truth is liberation..thats why i like this one s o much its liked you have me there with you feeling the same emotion
awww i love that poem, it's sad and i can tell that u are very upset but i love it keep writing more!
