Lust.

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Oh Great.. Summaries I Suck At This...A Poem About...Suicide?

Submitted: January 16, 2010

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Submitted: January 16, 2010

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why did you lock me here..
in this place....it must be hell...
but how could hell be so much like heaven?
i still love you...i thought you loved me but it was just lust...
i could love someone else but i can't because i have nothing to love them with...
You broke my heart and now i can't move on.... im chained here in this rift between heaven and hell and you still won't let me free...
Everywhere i look i see your face smiling sweetly at me but when i look again i see that glint in your eyes...
I used to believe your lies but now it's always the same old excuses and you know i know there fake and yet you don't say anything and neither do i...
I can't go against you... if i even think against you i must hurt myself how could i be against you when you are so perfect...so sweet...so innocent...
But deep down inside me the real me watches and loathes the person i had become...i was slowly dying inside but you distracted me until when i did notice i was long gone and was a shell of what i used to be... i cling to you now because i know it's the only thing keeping me alive...
but thats when you make your move.
You reject me you look me in the eye when you lie to me knowing you are slowly killing the only thing i have left. But still the real me is locked inside screaming for me to be realsed but i didn't listen....how could i be so oblivious....
I hated myself but as the same time the selfishness of all living creatures was telling me to out myself out of this pain or make her pay for what she did....
I had to hurt myself to make it stop...
But it carried on...now when she came home she would laugh at me and start kissing anouther boy she brought home...a new one everynight...they would look at me and laugh with her...i was a wreck i hadn't slept or eaten in days and my arms stung from fresh wounds...and still she would not let me go...until one day i got enough strength to pull myself up and pick up a knife i watched the knife for what seemed liked hours...inside me voices conflicting...
Until with my last ounce of self-control i drew the knife across across my neck and i was finally free.


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