Hate.

My Knuckles are raw
From beating the wall
I can’t stand
because I have broken my legs…

I tried my best to try and stay
for my self
for others
and for the slim chance I had if being with her

Blood Pours from my hands
from holding her letter to tight
it begins to pool on the floor in front of me
with my happy less tears

Falling Farther into depression
I lied to her the other day
saying everything was ok
and I would see her again

I now fear the dark
my heart pounds faster
as I leave her
I am scared that I will…

become that person again
the one that hates everyone
loves the dark and the color of blood
I was not strong enough on my own
before so why would it be different now

she looked like she could see right through my lie
and I wanted to tell her
that I loved her and I did not want
this moment to end

But I am leaving forever
and that would make it
worst, harder
then it already was

as I begun to shut the door be hide me
she smiled and said latter James. Soon as
I head the door shut I begun to cry knowing that there would never be a latter I would never see her beautiful face again or her smile…
until the day I return
to this place
I will change into the one that
Hates.

by CrimsonRain
posted on 09/02/2008