This pain I feel is never ending.
This fire-burning hell I call life.
The anger, hurt, betrayal.
All of it can end with a knife.
But what kind of sick person would do that?
How can I judge others, when I can't judge myself.
Take all of these emotions and box them up.
Put them someplace on a dark, dark shelf.
Put up this perfect facade.
Everything's alright.
Oh no, it's slipping.
Everyone flees in fright.
More and more people are lost.
Friends, family, loved ones.
They can't handle the truth.
The real me, everyone just runs.
All of this, a never-ending cycle.
Self-hate, pain, anger then numb.
No one understands.
This isn't what I've become.
This is how it's always been.
Just locked away in safe-keeping.
Where no one can read it.
It's all just been sleeping.
I don't need you crying for me.
Just because you didn't know.
Well now everyone does.
We're at the end of this show.
Author notes
For Cadybabii. Hope her life is better than the hell she's experience. Love ya Cady.
A contest entry
- Addicted to Pain by xXCadyBabbiXx.
900 points, ended January 3, 18 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Niceness. This is truely your darkest yet. :]..
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Thanks Gab-za. ^-^ Wanted it that way.
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