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crawling through my veins like liquid fire

June 7, 2018
By KatieMG BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
KatieMG BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Take the sourest lemon life has to offer and turn it into something resembling lemonade.”


This is for you

Whoever you are, whatever you are

You know who you are

 

You broke my soul

Shattered it into tiny pieces

While I watched them hit the floor

Helpless

 

You gripped me in your arms

Until my very essence slipped away

What I am, what I love

Gone

Stolen through your fingertips

 

You’d done it before, I know you have

Stolen from so many before me

I care, but I don’t care enough

You took that too

 

My ability to care

My ability to help

My ability to protect

 

Now I’m empty

I’m nothing

You made sure of that

Empty and afraid

The perfect victim for your cold dark hands

The perfect victim for the poison you love

It’s injected into my veins until my heart stops

Stops caring, stops loving, stops living

 

It still beats though, but is it real if I no longer feel anything?

 

If I am numb and nothing but an animated corpse

Am I still alive?

 

Am I still on this earth?

Or is this body just a vessel holding me down

 

Keeping me from escape

 

Am I alive if a heartbeat is the only thing keeping me here?

Am I alive if I don’t care about life?

 

You stole that from me

I’ll never get it back

 

I’ll remember your cold caress for the rest of my days

I’ll remember the moment that my life ended

I’ll remember the pain that you inflicted

And the emptiness you left

 

You were liquid fire crawling through my veins 

And I’ll remember you


The author's comments:

This is a really important piece of writing to me. I wrote this when I was in a really dark place in my life, and writing it helped me. It helped me express how I was feeling and eventually it helped me out of the dark place I was in. This is a really dark piece, but it allows me to look back and realize how bad things were and how much they've gotten better since than. This poem means the world, because to me, it's a written example of how things can and will get better. 


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