A poem about trying 2 get back at somebody. |
The killer is not I It is you, The killer of my heart, my dreams, and my soul, You are the one, Who tells me not to wish Not to let my dreams cloud my mind And that love should always come last Don't tell me not to cry when you have caused all this pain, Don't tell me to smile when you have caused all this heartache. It is because of you I lay awake at night Wishing for a miracle I know will never come I listen to your voice whispering in my ear, But are you telling me things I really want to hear? There's nothing else you can do to me, You've hurt me enough to last me a thousand lifetimes, And unless you have found a new way of torture you should just leave, I am ice from inside out. Your insults will bounce off my outer layer, Only leaving dents instead. Even though I hold the knife that will soon help me finish your existence, I am NOT the killer. Anything that happens now is your fault. You messed with my mind, You screwed up my life Making me think I was a disappointment to all Don't tell me that you love me, Not now, not ever You make me want to vomit, You make me want to scream, And now after all I can endure you make me want to kill. But before, I shall torture you, While smiling and laughing at your face But remember the killer is not I, I am already dead. It was who first killed It was you who killed me. |