You

You are not good enough. You never were, never will be. Hateful worlds slurred, shouted at You.

A strike. Bees, beneath the surface of Your face, burning prickling feeling slowly returns. Heat, but no comfort in warmth for You.

Again, numbing, Your eyes water, sweet beads of salty water run there races down Your face. Leaving red marks.

Blood pools beneath the surface for no one to see but You. Brown the color of shit, on Your face.

The sick smell, the smell of three day old vomit and rubbing alcohol, burning on his voice.

You don't deserve better, You love him, and even if You didn't, it was better to be with him than alone. Empty, afraid and completely in darkness.

Why do you love him? People ask in strange sweet condescending, patronizing voices of those that really don't care.

Because he cares for You he loves You even when you aren't worthy , and he proves his love to You

By leaving his mark, blood red thick blood leaking from a broken vessel pooling beneath Your skin.

Yay I got it all spaced right, on my like bizilianth time. Anyhow...i wrote this for an assignment for class, then we had to do a poetry reading...and this was the only poem i had written that semester...probely the hardest thing i ever did was get up on stage and read this outloud to a bunch of strangers. I had to close my eyes cause i thought i was going to cry, which made reading hard...and my voice got all shakey cause i forgot to breath...but i got hrough it, and it made me much more comfy about having this where people can read it