POETRY
I look around
And I see everyone
Hanging out
With everyone else
And I look inside
My own black soul
And within I find
That my life has a hole
The shape of the hole
Is the shape of a person
A person I've yet to find
I need to fill the hole
And make myself whole
And make that person mine
I try and I try
To fill that hole
but every single time
I come back out sore.
Hurt from the rejection
Of who I thought was the one
It's the worst pain I've felt
I feel my life is done.
I reach for the knife
I reach for the pills
I climb the tallest building
This should cure my ills
I cut with the knife
I swallow the pills
I jump from the building
And yet I'm still ill.
I'm still here on this earth
Though I don't wish to be
Because I can't find that person
And they won't find me
I try once again
Braced for the kill
And the reason I say this
Is cuz it's the way I feel.
A new day arises
It brings with it hope
The hope of the future
The ability to cope
The love of a person
A person I once knew
Now returns to me
Three-fold, plus two
But the love I recieve
I cannot accept
For the love of this person
Is corrupt to the depths
She says that she wants
to be back in my arms
But that very same tongue
Has caused me much harm
She sliced open my heart
She has drowned my soul
And its because of her
I will never be whole
I pull myself back
Away from her charms
For a new day arises
With escape from her harm