Every hole in every head
is washed by the rain.
On the street that bleeds
and the air that captures the ringing scream as it leaves,
As footsteps fade
‘cause they won’t ever sound again.
Fingers stay closed and clenched around the cold metal;
the memory of the very last thought,
the very last feeling.
Written and stamped there on that one finger
Saying:
I’m not good enough!
You ruined me, give up, I’m gone!
Shut up!!! I won’t listen, I can’t!
I’m broken, don’t look back ‘cause, ****, it’s too late!
Don’t try ‘cause I can’t be fixed!
God ****** leave me alone!
You didn’t love me so don’t ******* lie, I’m not dumb!
Why?
There’s no reason for me to live…
I give up, there’s nothing left
I’m hated and no one cares…
I’m nothing but a simple waste of space.
I tried, really I did!
But now…I’m gone, I’m broken, I’ve died.
And it’s your fault so goodbye!
The thoughts are screamed inside, shaking and pained and angry,
as their hearts, heads and emotion pump and speed,
until they are consumed and explode.
And away the blood flows and the body stiffens-
And another broken heart stops beating-
A pained soul walks away.
Gone to where ever it is that they go.
Leaving behind tortured minds,
Left wondering and blaming.
Like the stupid and ignorant creatures they are;
Because they should have known…
They should have known about the burning and screaming and tearing that was going on in front of them.
Right in front of their eyes!
Inside you.
It didn’t have to happen,
But it did because no one saw-
The hole that was already there-
…Until you made one for them to see.