Me

[DiablosPet]

Me

As my flesh is ripped for the bone,
I wondered how I ended up being so alone.

They rip my tongue out so I can’t scream,
It slightly feels as if I’m in a hellish dream.

They throw my body in a pit,
And laugh as the match is lit.

The smell of burning flesh fills the night,
So wrong…
But yet so right..

So as I lie in my ash filled grave,
The road to hell I have paved.

For my killers were not foe but friend,
I wanted to die young, never to reach the end.

For the pain was to great,
There was no going back it was simply to late.

So as they push the dirt over me,
I hope everyone will forget all that I was
and all that I was going to be.

Soon to forget the worst thing of all..

Soon to forget..
..me.

[Warbaby1943]

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[DiablosPet]

I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was an emotional teenager. I in no way feel like this anymore.. but it well represents that time in my life. I hope it did not scare anyone. I love to write poetry that exaggerates my emotions to extremes. I have been writing since I was about 4 years old. My very first poem I ever wrote was for my Mum and she was astounded that a 4 year old could write this way:

"When a heart breaks open,
an angel appears" - Me

She still has the little piece of purple construction paper I cut into a heart to write it on. She keeps it close and safe. Poetry is how I vent, it keeps me sane and grounded even when my world is in chaos.

-DP