Agony
I'm not the one they see,
I'm an image in your head.
Distilled beneath the surface,
left lying here for dead.
Given up on and forgotten,
just a memory of the past.
Don't you see what you are doing?
You think this agony won't last?
Won't you show me what you mean?
Oh, I done forgot you did.
When you told me that you hated me,
that this love was doomed to end.
'Go Ahead' you say.
That's it you want me dead.
Silence filled your head
as the blood ran down bright red.
Dripping heavy, flowing fast,
Standing there,
half dead, still breathing.
Now are you happy?
Don't you see what you've done?
Do you want me to continue?
Not much more and I'll be gone.
Then this frightening image,
something you encouraged me to do,
will it haunt you forever?
Will it make you love me too?
Or at least care about the way I feel?
My pain has ended,
Now your's begins.
You stand there suttle,
Calm but dense.
Silently I lie there,
My arms folded on my chest.
Cold and stiff,
though not at rest.
My eyes are closed tightly,
my lips slightly open.
I know you're standing over me.
Why are you in disbelief?
Is this not what you had asked for?
Are you crying deep inside?
No, you laugh as though it's funny,
Then you face the ones who cared.
Now they close my casket,
encasing all my feelings,
emotions, dreams, and cares,
surrounding me in darkness,
consuming all my fears.
They've put me in the ground,
then proceed to close my vault.
See what happens when you don't care?
Now you're haunted by this image
everyday as darkness falls.
Replaying in your memory
one day at a time.
Until one day you can't take it.
You want to know the pain I felt,
so you do the same thing I did,
and still don't know just how I felt.
Now you're lying in the casket,
no one's standing over you.
Was it worth the time and effort?
Was it worth the pain you've caused me?
Did it make you love me too?
This is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago.. Wasn't really sure if I wanted to post it or not. Well there it is read and rate leave comments if you like!!
