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Dakota Schmidt 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.
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
I can feel my heart beat in my ears.
I know he doesn't
Want to let her go,
So I just sit here,

Drowning in my own tears.
I think this pain is too
Much for me to take.
But I can't come to realize that

Loving him was a stupid mistake.
I don't like it :\
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
Please take my pain away.
I can't find a way out.
I can't find a way to live
With all this crushing doubt.

I've been good at shielding
This pain I hide,
But now the veil is coming off
And you will see how many tears I've cried.

My eyes are bruised with black and blue.
They are caused by all the
Times I've tried
To get through to you.

I've tried to make you see
That my heart isn't just a toy.
I've tried to make you see
That I'm human, not something you can destroy.

This is something
That no one can fix.
This is what I have become,
Out of you're constant mind tricks.

You made me believe
That someone actually
Wanted me,
But now I just lay here

In my broken heart's debris.
Inspired By My Heartbreak</3
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
My hold on life is begining to seethe.
These walls are caving in,
I can't breathe.
The memories of the things I've seen

Echo the pain of the record
Of my existence being whipped clean.
Another day in this room
Cluttered with unhappy souls.

Another night steps in,
Just as quickly as it goes.
These chilling thoughts
Take over my every cell.

My body is shutting down as
My control begins to rebel.
With my heart beating way
Faster than it should,

I realize this is for my own good.
No one in this awful world will
Even become distraught.
So I let myself fall to the

Enveloping darkness,
Without a second thought.
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
Locked behind these forever
Closed doors.
I watch you take my
Freedom, making it yours.

I can hear you twist my
Words and become a truth ******.
You think you've got
What it takes to make me surrender?

I am the way I am because
Of your sick little games.
Study these walls,
Can you read these names?!

The people you've taunted
And the people you've
Chased away are hidden under
The floor boards where

You can make them stay.
Their bodies rot, their bodies decay,
And yet they stay there,
Because they didn't obey.

They didn't bow to your
Every need,
So you made them suffer
Under your vile greed.

This is the last time
You will ever be able
To commence your
Disgusting definition of fun.

I grab the gun and
Aim for your head,
Your loathsome
Ways are done.
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
This poem was written
To show you how I feel.
This poem was written
To express the emotions I could no longer conceal.

I can't hold it back,
I just have to tell you.
But I have a feeling
That you already knew.

You're so easy to talk to
And so easy to care for.
I can't hold this
Back anymore.

You and me.
That's all I can think about.
I love you,
There's no doubt.

I could sit here for days
And list everything I love about you.
I could sit here and list
The dreams I have, too.

If it took me three weeks
To  love you this fast,
Then I can honestly say
That our love will last.
Inspired By Chris Eagle<3
Dakota Schmidt Jun 2010
My body is tied under
These ****** ropes.
I can almost here the
Desperate pleas of

Their deceased
Hopes.
A man has entered.
Completely hidden

Beneath the silhouette
Of the darkened room.
Will this place become my tomb?
The blood-soaked tools

Of torture rest on the table
Stained with red.
The po0ls of sickening madness
Lay beneath my feet,

And yet they continue
To spread.
The mixing of a million
Tortured screams

Fill my head.
The evidence lays beneath
Me, this is the blood
His victims shed.

This game is sick.
I can barely breathe
As my hold on control
Slowly begins to seethe.

The man takes a step closer to me,
His figure an apparition.
What would you do if
You were in my position?

A gleam of something shining
Glints in his right hand.
What is that?
This adrenaline is something

I can no longer stand.
As a scarlet-dyed knife
Dances in front of my face.
He whispers something

That causes my hope to erase.
"I will watch your disgusting body rot!
That blood-stained place behind this torture chamber
Will be our little secret spot. I promise."

The knife raises to my throat,
And in one quick movement,
My death is what will promote.
My name is now etched into

The dark room's walls,
Now his next target
Will hear my blood-curdling calls.

This is a tragic ending to a story
Full of hammering hearts
And deafening screams.
This is a tragic ending

To all my hopes and dreams.
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