death

To have felt what i feel, To have heard what i hear, To have scars on the skin, To have faced all your fears. All things i now regret. All things that no one ever understood. Those words that melted my eyes wet, Those words that always verbally shot me in the head. One could have let them slide, But my mind always held onto them tight and gave them a place to reside. Blades feel like paper knives. Blood feels like water, My mind, so dark that it might become a physical slaughter. All the times that i thought i could be fixed, Were all fake promises and tricks. So this is what I've become now, And I own upto it. Because the one up there only made one of me, But now, alas, there will be none of me.