The bruises are okay-they heal,
Your words are a million glass shards,
Your voice becoming all I hear,
Nothing is all I feel,
Nothing is all I think,
And in this nothingness-pain.
Love gets rejected-the pain I’m used to,
The pain becomes my home,
A home that falls, rots, consuming me,
Before I become the lies!
Before I lose myself!
This is not who I am!
In the dark,
Only breathing for a moment,
Waiting it should end soon.
I just need the words of friends,
One save heaven a resting place,
How do I love if pain is all I know?
How do I love you, if I can’t love myself?
Is this the effect of your words?
Words brought the death,
Now I look for words to bring life.
But is it too late,
I am looking finding no rest,
I will only have my peace to end you,
This is it the cycle of hate,
And I don’t care,
I have become my enemy.