Delisously Dead

[Storm]

Hatered haunts me.

Pain continues to taunt me.

I know the icy-cold-fingers of regret want me.

 

The way my heart is broken,

Tis impossible to be spoken.

I feel this blade my fingers numbly continue holding.

My pleasant pain is continually growing.

 

I know this dark desolant place.

This!

This pain surging through me,

This is the true me.

These secrets that eat at my soul,

Burn forcing their way forward to the front of my mind.

 

I know I'm hurting but still I feel nothing.

Emptiness... It's silence screams until I'm forced to cover my ears to end all the unpleasant noise.

My hatered for life caused this.

Self inflicted pain feed my greedy crimson fate.

Those icy-cold-fingers of regret slither up my spine reaching a heart thatmay never know the warmth of love.

A heart that will never know the innocence of a long happy life.

Shamefully said that in my head I'm already long delisously dead.

 

 

 

 

 

Hope you enjoyed the poem and if you have any suggetions please don't hesitate to tell me.

Edited October 15, 2012 by Vanessa Danielle

[xxdrunksterxx]

I love this!!! i recognize me from this!

[Silent]

i think manny people will recognize themselfs in this poem

[Storm]

Thank you xxdrunsterxx and silent:)

Edited October 16, 2012 by Storm