Your Presents

Your presents haunt me day and night. 
I feel them all around,
I can still smell you,
Feel your touch,
Your soft lips,
Your whispers in my ear,
I can still hear your I love you’s….
I can still feel the aching pain you caused.
Your presents around me torment me.
It abuses me…
The pain is to much at times inside me
I have to cut a slit to let it loose
But no one knows….
They see the mask I put on to hide the broken face
They never see my tears I let fall when I think of you
Your presents are here now….
Screaming and calling my name to hell
Saying what I did was wrong
I should feel guilty 
A shamed
I should burn in hell
But it wasn’t my entire fault
So they say…
What is true.?
What is love.?
How does it feel.?
Does it hurt.? 
Some people can give answers to these questions 
But none of them are correct till they feel
Your dreaded presents with them
Truth isn’t real
Love don’t exits its just lust you feel
It feels amazing 
But then you feel the real pain when you find the lies in 
Your presents…..
Death is more peaceful.
No more lies
Heart breaks
No more feeling 
Your presents inside…
So I say to you my last goodbye…

Copyright © Amber Underwood | Year Posted 2011

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