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Empty
Gone
Dust in the wind

A husk of a body
With no soul left to live

Where is joy
Where is hope
When a desire
Is also a greatest fear

Hearts long
Brains clash
Could there ever be love
In the rough broken seas?

How can one love
The hollow of a person
Who use to be?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the sugar bowls empty
Your wrists are stained red
From crimson the flowers bloomed
And a silver blade took your breath
The Roses and dead
The violets too
There is no more sugar
And no more you
Strip me of everything
Take the meaning from life
Only then
Maybe I'll say I love you

Show me your darkest secrets
Expose yourself at my whim
Only then
Maybe I'll say I love you

It was sweet at first
A tainted well I drank
Slowly my body wasn't mine

And I looked for "love"
In all the wrong places

And believed
That a kind venom tongue
Would save me from myself

When in fact
Was the reason
I tried to **** myself
Maybe not today
Or tomorrow
Or the day after
But one day
I'll be there

Through tears
Cuts
Scrapes
And fights
I'm getting there

Through the constant beratenints
Through the feeling of not being enough
I'm finally getting there

Little by little
One item at a time
And soon it will be done
Should you come to my door
Knock so sweetly
With ice on your fingertips

I would be obligated
To let you take my hand
And lead me away

Perhaps then I would understand
They sleepless nights I've been having
That haunt the days I live
But when the night was cold
And my mind was in chaos

You were nowhere to be seen...
  Dec 2022 Writing of the Unknown
Ameed
I don't care
I never did
I never will

I don't care about the stabs
I don't care about the lies
I don't care about the loss

I never did
I never will

I don't care about you abandoning me in the middle of nowhere or making me doubt every single person I meet or forcing me to look at the mirror and despise the foolishness I had.

I don't care about all the above.

I try to convince myself every night that I don't.
But, I do;
I fully keenly wholesomely do care and my care was my doom.
© Ameed
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