You call it a gift
A talent
Able to pour raw emotions
Perfectly into the lines
Of creased paper
Yet you might mot see it through my eyes
It's a curse
A wicked blessing
Fully visible to my eyes
Unable to go a day
Without putting pen to paper
Unable to stay focused in my classes
Always tempted to write
This addiction has became a full on obsession
Where is the gift in that
How is it a blessing in disguise
When everything revolves
Around one poem being born
Poetry is my god
My altar to repent
The only thing I can trust
This gift
Has became the one thing keeping me alive
So we'll just call it Poetry

You tore her away from me
You bound her to me bed
You ***** her
You took your knife
And stabbed her over 30 times
Before you slit her wrist
And watched her bleed out

You sick *******
One day I will have my revenge
I will show you what its like
I'm even more sick and twisted
I'll make you pay for this
She was everything to me
You ******* stole my life away

I spent the last 5 years
Looking no hunting you down
Now that I found you
I see you have three little kids
A wife so gorgeous
You love them all don't you
Now you get to watch them die

I'll start with the youngest child
He's what 1 year old
I'll cut his toes and fingers off
Then his knees and elbows
Shoulders and hips
Then slit his throat and cover you in his blood
And watch as he bleeds out

How about your daughter
She's three right
Well I'll cut out her eyes
Sow her mouth shut
Cut her open
And pull her insides out
You can see her pain

Where were you
Their father, their savior, and protector
Daddy couldn't save them
Well how do you think I felt
When you stole my life
She was everything
And I wasn't there to protect her

Now for your oldest
He's seven ain't he
I'll cut him up
Pull out his insides
Cover you in in his blood
As it pours out
All over the floor

Now for your wife
Your sweet tender wife
I have something special for her
Something that will make you remember
What it was exactly you did
5 years ago today
When you stole her away from me

I'll bound her to your bed
I'll **** her
Take my knife
And tab her over 30 times
Slit her wrist

How does it feel
To be dressed in the blood
Of all those closest to you
Now you know what I felt
Now you can beg for death
But I wont give it to you
I'll make you an amputee
So you can't **** yourself

I want you to live with this pain
5 years from today
Maybe then I'll come back
And rip your pathetic life away
But I guess I already did
So leave and suffer
Feel my pain

I'll be watching
Your death will be by my hands
And it wont be pleasant
Because by the time you leave
The bomb I placed in your chest
Will explode, leaving you nothing
But residue on the grass

You see the knife in my hand
The blood across my face
Drenching my clothes
The intestines spilled across the floor
I'm guilty officer
I'm the psychopath
Who ripped the stomach open
Bled the corpse dry
Bathed in its blood
I ran barbed-wire through its temple
I played the xylophone on its ribs
I'm guilty officer
Arrest me please
Wait you can't
You're hanging from the ceiling
Hooks running through your chest
Precise enough so you wont die quickly
I'm guilty officer
You can't do anything
Your poor wife died
You watched it unfold
The constant stabbing
The thrusting of my blade
Yes officer
It's her blood I'm drenched in
Your sons intestines
Your daughters temple now apart of my fence
I'm guilty officer
Nothing you can do to stop me
I am ******* death
Now bear witness to your own fate

on her wrist they lie
even on her thighs
razorblade scars
the scars that i made

i suffocated her burdens
i drowned her screams
i relieved her pain
but the price was her heart

razorblade scars
now dress her dollish figure
threatening to extinguish
the embers of her life

i dried her tears
i conquered her fears
i sheltered her from the rain
but the price was her soul

razorblade scars
still bleeding her out
her viens will run cold
for all i did was hurt her more

i crushed her dreams
i obliterated her walls
i stitched her wounds
just to make more

razorblade scars
now dress her lifeless body
as two on her wrist
sill bleed out her sorrow

i would take it all back
i would give it all back
just to see her smile once more
but the razorblade scars keep that from me

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Here is my number
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Family problems hotline
Anything hotline for you
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I don't want to lose you
I love you too much
So just in case
You have my number

She cries herself to sleep
Whispers prayers to her God
Muffles she's sorry under her breath
Hides under the sheets
Afraid of what tomorrow holds
When she awakes
She finds her mother passed out in the garden
Her father's fist planted into her face
Leaving the red mark to grow
Her eye blackened
Swallowed by the swelling
She doesn't know how to help her mother
She dresses her busted lip
Puts ice on her mothers cheek
When her mother awakes
She yells at her
Says she doesn't need her help
That she is the reason for all of this
The reason the rent hasn't been paid
The reason the water is getting shut off
So she runs as fast as possible
Running nowhere even faster
Then in the shadows of the midnight whispering moonlight
Her savior appears
Dressed in cold metallic silk
Breathing the smoke from the last cigarette
She wraps her arms around it
And lays next to the body before her
Writes the same prayer she whispered last night
And muffles sorry under her breath
As her mother finds the prayer
She silently reads it
"Dear God,
If you can hear me
Strip the pain from my mothers chest
Burden her with the grief of what she has done to me
****** my father in the back alleys of yesterday
Because death is the only thing that can save him
From the drunken monster he has become
By the way, God, I'm sorry for this
I guess you didn't hear my prayer
The very one I've been reciting since I was 9"

I may not know what it's like being bullied
But I know what it's like being the bully
My naturally massive frame
Came with swirlies and stuffed lockers
But I eventually saw the harm I was causing
On the wrist of a kid I once bullied
I sat him down
Asked him why his scars matched that of mine
He replied with a shocking remark
"You don't help with the **** I'm going through"
I told him this
"I don't want to be the bully anymore"
I stopped every bully in the school from ******* with him
I helped kids out who were being victimized
I went from bully to friend
People were still scared of me
But I managed to take that fear
And make a movement towards helping
Every kid I once bullied
Call me mean call me whatever
I know what I once was
I'm proud of what I'm not

I used to be* Broken puzzle pieces
The computer locked me out
Left me without my sense of mind
The only thing that mattered to me
My words
My story
My poetry.