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Jun 2010
With the knife pressed tightly
To the skin protecting my heart,
Who knew this love would
Tear me apart?

Little by little,
Piece by piece,
My broke heart's rythm
Begins to decrease.

Even in death,
My broken spirit
Sings for you.
I loved your being,

If you only knew.
My shattered escense
Is all that remains
Of an incomplete girl

Once bound by ****** chains.
The ice in my veins
Spreads throughout my
Lifeless body like a lethal disease.

You don't realize that the
Pain I endured was never at ease.
Every night I sat and wondered,
"What did I do to deserve this conviction?"

But I still ran to you like you
Were my addiction.
My reason to exist.
Your sweet nature was too hard to resist.

Now I watch you weep as they
Lay me to rest.
This was your fault,
Remember, you're the one to blame for this knife in my chest.
Written by
Dakota Schmidt
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