No More Pain
My heart is done with pleading
And, thankfully, with the bleeding.
I never knew how I would ever get it to stop.
Once “we” were over, my whole world was lost.
I felt the pain, but nothing else.
My heart broke for him.
It wept for him.
I couldn’t stand its pain-
It was just too much for me-
So I released it from its misery.
But now I ache and bleed.
At least my heart is fine.
For it is right next to me
And away from the bloody knife.

Another I wrote during my "writing spree"... this one is brutal and dark. I believe it's my first poem like this! But while I was writing this I was just "envisioning random scenes", then I looked down and read what I had wrote... it gave me the spooks! lol

R&R please!

9/09