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Feb 2014
A hypocritical post I must say.
I find only hate everyday.
Selfish humans use you,
Until they no longer need you.
You give them your heart,
And they tear it apart.
A cocked gun sounds better than their ******* anyway.
How annoying am I?
Ignoring all my calls.
Annoying no more,
Brain matter splattered on the walls.
You will never find someone as caring as me,
Now you'll never find someone as scary as me.
You made me this.
Frankenstein in a way.
No longer the person I was,
Only the creature you had to create.
My eyes will forever be carved in your mind.
The only thing you'll see when you close your eyes.
Could you have saved me?
No, you already know.
Six feet under is the way it must go.
Crazy psychopaths, I understand.
When nobody cares, it's hard to keep still.
Staring out the window sill,
Waiting for life.
Seems the only way to feel again,
Is to make majestic sculptures with a knife.
Not out of clay.
Out of flesh, during mid day.
The smell of their lies all melting away.
Rot and decay.
All that remains.
There was really nothing more there anyway.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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