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May 2014
The pain's finally done.
You had finally won.
Your own personal hell you can no longer define.
So you can finally say
everything is fine.
But never before have You been so mistaken,
So naive to think it was over.
That because You had beaten it once,
That you'd forgotten the pain,
Everything would be fine.
But that veil was violently ripped from your eyes
When the demons inside
Showed you the things
That They know you despise
Things about yourself.
They whispered
you're useless
No one cares
You may as well die
Look at the damage you've made
And the pieces you failed to regain.
And you let them keep talking
you suffer in silence
Because you wouldn't dare
To bother the people you love
with something So stupid as yourself.
So once again you were ****** into hell
And the flames of the words burnt your soul as you fell
Never before had You felt so alone
Despite have loved ones right their in your home
But in hell, you don't see them
Just as they don't see hell burning round you.
So as your soul burns inside with their words and their hate
You can only just fake a smile and wait
For the ashes left behind by the flames
So you can hold them close
Because that's all that remains.
And so you cut yourself open
Because you're deperate to try
To bring back the life
that those ashes once held inside
But that's not the case
That's never enough
Your life is now gone
It's nothing but dust
So you just give up.
Because what's the point
Of trying to live
When your life's all burnt up.
So out go the ashes
And in come the chains
That wrap round your neck
Because nothing remains
But this useless shell of a body
That will also not stay.
Because now as you hang the rope to the sky
As you sharpen the blade that will be your final good bye
You know just how badly you're going to hurt those you love.
You know those words you wrote are not even close to enough.
And it only makes death seem more inviting.
That silence your mind is so desperately craving
Yet your body still fights
For what it thinks is a life
That the pain and the sorrow
That beats you within
Is worth this pethetic excuse of a life.
So when you can't cut the veins
Or kick out that chair
You realize that even at death you can fail.
You can't even manage to **** yourself right
Youre stupid you're dumb
Yeah, you're useless alright.
So in sickening defeat
You go tell those you love
That it happened again
You guess last time just wasn't enough
And you're sent far away
To be cared for and treated
Like something ready to break,
And for god knows how long,
Your mind just goes blank.
Thankfully as time go's on,
your hell fades away
And once again you can see light of day
You feel ready to cry
with joy and relief
Because at last
The pain's finally done.
You had finally won.
Your own personal hell you can no longer define.
So you can finally say
everything is fine.
This was made for a school poetry slam. I kinda hate it now, but I hope someone likes it.
Written by
Magpie  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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