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  Apr 13 Soul-in-poetry
alia
I wish I could open up wide,
But most won’t see what’s kept inside.
So I stay quiet, smile instead,
While screaming words inside my head.
some might think they know the real me. well, they don't. I have a lot in my head that is hard for me to share, though is it safe?
He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.
He prayed for you to fail...
I laid out my heart
My soul
My brain

I gave all of me,
Yet still,
All I received in return—

Was ashes and broken bones.
A cruel vile beast
Creeps within me

This beast
Carries a disease

It sulks and cries
It looks me in the eyes

With a heart covered in vines
It carries vengeance deep inside
It sprouted a tree
From the depths of my memories

It infects me
Living within my chest
Changing my heart
Polluting the stream of my blood

The vines and branches,
Grow from the tree
Wrapping around my organs
My body
Squeezing me

Tighter

Tighter

Bones crack




My breath weakens
My heart numbs
My brain on auto-drive

My eyes pop from my sockets
As my vision blurs—


Paralyzed body—


Disease filled body—


At last the tree and I become one

In my reflection I see
The beast is me
I stumbled across
Your shredded heart and soul
I sewed it up
I fixed the holes,

As I sewed it up
I pricked my fingers

To fix the holes
I needed fabric

I cut fabric off my heart and soul—
Breaking mine to repair yours

Sacrifice after sacrifice
You did not care,
For when you recovered,
You turned your back
Leaving me.

Leaving me torn,

Torn in shreds.
I said , "I  love you. "

He looked at me for a moment
and then with his gentle soft voice
he said,  " I  love  too....

      
           but not you. "
The sun has set, the darkness has risen
The time is now–

My written letters, long and full of apologies
Placed on the table, where my “family” is bound to see

Strikes of lighting zap my heart, making me anxious yet full of fog
As I step out the door, saying one last goodbye
To the place that's my home— but never felt so

Taking down the sidewalk, with limbs so weak,
So tired– yet full of so much relief,
For at last, something now, takes action—
To try and end my suffering

That something is me—

Arriving at the bridge, climbing onto the railing
looking down upon the fast flowing river
I knew jumping was sure to get me pulled under by the tide
And then I would drown.

That however, was the plan

So as I tore away the remains of my resolve
I closed my eyes, and lept
Crashing down with a loud splash,
Into the dark, cold, wet abyss

The shock of the cold and strength of the fall,
Pushed the air out my lungs
The quick, ruthless tide rushed me down the river
Pulling me under, filling my lungs with ice-cold water.
As the cold absorbed me, taking all my heat
I knew for sure, I’ll never again feel warm

banging hard into surrounding rocks and objects—
The last bit of fear— The last speck of will to live—
Died as I stopped fighting the tide and let myself fade
Accepting that death was superior to life

My breathing stopped

I felt myself die.
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