The Mess I Made Just for You

By , bethel, AK
I just want to punch anything in sight
I want to feel more pain in me
I don't care if I cut myself up
I don't care what they say
I don't care if I shove a gun in my mouth
or jump off a thirty story building

All I feel is nothing
I feel no love nor care
If I happen to have a feeling
All I feel is sorrow and hate

The sorrow see can plainly see
But the hate comes from deep inside me
Slowly coming out...
When it happens to come all out
I am furious. I am violent.

That is when I want all the pain I can get
piercing my skin with what i can find
hitting the walls, the doors as hard as I can
Feeling the pain I want and get

Crying not from the pain that I put on myself but
How they don't and will never listen on
What I have to say to them

What I have to say to them?
is that I love them in a way
and that I will miss them
even if they won't miss me

I cannot live this life anymore

I say me byes to them
but they ignore me
So I stand in front of them
with a pistol in my hand
the tip of the gun
just inches away from my head

Breathing deeply
I say my last words to them
"You won't care you won't even notice,
but you will care and notice the mess
I will soon make on your floor"





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DIPTI said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 10:33 am
wow i liked it.
 
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