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SJ
Poems
Nov 2015
Breaking Point
There was a time I held it in
Sinking to the bottom of the dark abyss
Where ones thoughts take over rationality
Madness becomes your mentality
Never did I speak my mind
Not once did I complain when I was left behind
Then he came along and took me in
At the time I didn't recognize him as the Devils kin
Eventually his true self came to be shown
By that time I was too invested in the man that I had known
Sitting there day after day in silent agony
Eventually sanity turns into brutality
Sadness turns to anger and judgement is clouded
Blinded from what you once believed your sanity becomes shrouded
Bruises did cover my skin
Torturing myself by holding it in
Why couldn't I say what was on my mind
It's not like I was alone or didn't have time
I'm sure your thinking it was because I was afraid
You'd be wrong. My silence was all about self hate
Sure I hated him. But mostly I hated me
And as time went on I grew to hate everybody
Be a good girl put everything in its place
I'd smile and put on my false happy face
Then there came a night
Quiet and peaceful the stars were shinning bright
He came looking for me
Interrupting my first moment of peace
It was like time stood still when he raised his voice
Realization hit me that I have a choice
Something in me snapped when he raised his fist
My vision became clouded by a red mist
Taking the punishment I stayed silent like I'd been doing all my life
But this time when night fell I slipped into bed holding a knife
I couldn't bring myself to stop the deadly plunge even when the blood started to flow
For Blood is like sugar when revenge runs the show
Dripping from my fingertips on to the bed it left a mark of finality that put my madness at ease
My smile was genuine as I dialed the number to phone the police
What is your emergency the operator asked me
I replied I have killed the devil and now I am free
I was brought in with chains and put in the pen
When asked why I did this I would answer I held on the pain in
Now as I sit quietly on my cot in the joint
I smile as I recall my breaking point
Written by
SJ
Arizona
(Arizona)
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