Heart shaped box

The box housed a million haunted memories,

In it's pink-red velvety interior,

The diamond was a poisoned jewel,

The band of platinum a perfect circle,

A ring of depression, misery, feeling trapped,

The walls close in,

Until I'm almost back in that tiny cell,

Going insane while I tell them I'm not mad,

The opened box set the demons loose,

Tearing down the delicate walls of my heart,

Bringing my fractured soul crashing down.

The 'L word' is poisoning me,

A mist of depression descends again,

As I slice into my wrists with the sharp and polished diamond,

Your love is killing me

The End

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