• The pain is immeasurable
    the cuts, beyond counting
    as frequent as the stars
    as deep as the soul
    I turn to you to bind me up
    yet you turn your head in disgust
    your ears, deaf to my pleas
    making your eyes blind
    the bliss of ignorance,
    chosen so easily of the pain of reality
    shielding you from my pain
    leaving me alone,
    stranded in the world of pain
    as you avoid that which you do not comprehend
    do not wish to comprehend
    and i find my self at a loss
    i reach for you,
    your rebuttal cut me deeper than any blade could ever
    and my blood pools,
    slowly draining me.
    time is running out for me i am afraid
    like a broken hour glass,
    soon i will be all gone
    an empty shell, easily disposed of
    the happiness gone, leaving only empty pain
    with which the world is better without.