you have to take it from me.
every ounce of happiness.
every drop.
every smidget.
just to hear the melodic sound of my heart break.
just to watch it crumble.
just to feel my bones rattle and shake.
just to see my brain scramble.
just to relish in my heart ache.
yet I cry I scream my thoughts want to shatter.
stamping along words.
words I can never say.
words for the agony of biting my tongue a thousand times the taste of my own blood.
I guess you rather me die that way.
speechless and cold.
hating everyone of you and yet it never torment my soul.
resentment yet that's a word that means war fore I'm too good than you to deserve.
I was born wanting heaven I never wanted to settle for hell.
but this is my prison.
my little shell in hell.
wanting love.
wanting acceptance is my curse.
every argument taunts me bitterly like a spell.
so take every ounce of it.
take it, take it all!
if God knew the hell I'm in every day he would take me too.
yet this is just a poem.
I'm done.
fuck you!
©darkmocha
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