By A. Ottersbach
The burning of the heat,
Against my skin,
Leaves a blister,
Only time can mend.
The pain grows sharper,
As my blood pours out,
It’ll go away soon,
With out a doubt.
The pain is chilling,
Like a knife to the side,
Will someone please help me?
I’m stuck on this roller-coaster ride.
The pain I need,
Is like a blow to the head.
Just as long,
As you keep me from death.
Pens, needles, knifes, too.
They all scare me,
When I’m around them,
I don’t know what to do.
But this pain,
This pain in my heart,
Is too strong,
Too strong for me to take,
It’s eating me up,
Deep down inside.
The pain I gave you,
Is my pain I hide.
Tugging and pulling,
At my broken heart,
I try to show you
My true love.
Hate and love,
Laughs and guilt,
Lies and cries,
We all live and die.
Truth and trust
Are no friends of mine.
Pain and pride,
Faith and lust,
Life and hope,
It’s all a waste.
Who need’s Christ
When you have a flawless fate?
This pain I hide,
Deep down inside,
Is the pain,
I inflicted upon my self.
This pain
Is no pain at all,
It is called life.
We live our lives,
In darkness and evil,
All we feel is a type of sadness and a hateful pain.
This is my ode to all my pain.
I feel so much better,
Now that I have no more to say.