His Words

Like a knife in the chest,

his words are cutting,

wearing a bullet-proof vest,

his mouth isn't shutting,

trying to block,

the painful words,

it is like I am stuck,

the cuts - they hurt.

Why can't he just,

leave me be?

all the trust;

the love fantasy,

I thought he loved me,

I thought he cared,

I thought I was the key,

oh god - I'm scared.

All alone,



with the shots,

the cuts,

the continuing curses,

the screams,

the pain,

call the nurses -

I can't feel my head,

I can't feel my body,

take another instead,


The words are steaming,

like blood from my gash,

am I just dreaming?

My life passing in a flash...

The End

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