A collection of poems that I have been journaling foe the past few days.
As I sit by myself,
High upon the cliff.
I give a loud shout that travels for miles everywhere,
But noone hears...noone cares.
I glance up at the clock,
Lonely in my room.
He is coming,
He appers through the door,
My blood runs ice cold.
For confusion surronds me,
Forgive is what I've been told.
But forgive I can not for the pain that has been caused.
With the lights going off,
With the sound of a zipper.
I know that pain will start,
I hoped to god that my heart will sudden stop.
So I would die and no longer live,
With the pain the comes with the night.
So with rage I wish to throw myself upon the blade,
My blood pouring out of my vains.
For the death means freedom,
Freedom from the pain.
Asked time and time again to sleep somewhere else,
Anywhere would do.
Anywhere but with him,
But he was right noone cares and never will...
If I die, he wins.
Losing is not an option.