Prison of Hate
Look at me Tell me what you see Is it love? Is it hate? Or is it pain? Pain is what I see Pain is what you have given to me Pain is all I know now Everything you say is a lie My heart was so new So unused So beautiful But then you came And destroyed it all Took down my barriers Let nothing in And took everything out How is one so cold? Why does everything get destroyed? Has it come to my final goodbye? Is this how it ends? I am dead now My heart is in too much pain I can’t stand it another second I have no guiding I have had to deal with everything Nothing is left for me to gain I will soon be going away First I must thank you Thank you for destroying me Now I drench myself in my own blood And finish your delicate craftwork Then I end my pain and set my heart free Free from your prison of hateone of the poems my boyfriend, Eric wrote Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 12:42 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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