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josh wilbanks May 2014
I am a person hiding in another. I scream but no one hears. I may only whisper,
when they let me. When i get them to drink enough or they want me to take the pain of the blade. Thats how i met her. She gave me the strength to stay.

Then she left.
And took my strength.

They punished me for holding them back. Imitated me and won her over. Then let Him out. He just wanted to impress her with His necklace. I screamd but she couldn't here. The belt only got tighter around His neck when she tried to take it off. He didn't know what was wrong. He wanted her to smile. He grabbed her. "Whats wrong?" She wriggled. "Whats wrong?" He squeezed. "Whats wrong?!" She broke free. "WHATS WRONG?!"

He only wanted to help.

I screamed blood from my knife when she never came back.
I don't blame her.
I will never forget that night.
She will never forgive that night.
I don't blame her.
The marks are still there.
Hers and mine.
I don't blame her.
The look of pure fear..
The look of my heart.

I don't blame her.
Alot of my poems are about this night. The worst night. The night my depression finally won.
KarmaPolice May 2014
Why do I feel so cold?
Years have passed, the longing for you to hold

...is gone,


The beautiful rose,
decomposed into the soil,

The sun leaves me in abandonment,
A stranger lies beneath, once a devoted wife


....now a lying cheat.


I want to forgive, but time has twisted my heart,
No answers in prayers, my dreams

...too long we’ve been apart.


One day our paths will cross,
I will lie amongst you once more,
Your weathered memory concealed

...by the unforgiving moss.
He found out about the affair, long after she was buried there.

— The End —