Allan J. Renaldo

Thoughts Of The Dead

 

 

I kind of just want to go.

The tears never stop,

I feel so alone.

 

I cut myself,

But it\'s never enough.

Words and razors are not that sharp.

 

My skin is scarred,

My blood runs free.

 This world is harsh, why shouldn\'t I bleed?

 

I hurt myself, and you hurt me.

Though you didn\'t know it,

You left me unable to breathe.

 

But that\'s fine,

I like the pain.

It gives me meaning, it keeps me sane.

 

And I thank you!

You pushed me down.

The words you said are deeper than they sound.

 

You won\'t regret what you said.

How I\'d be better off dead.

 

You won\'t feel my pain,

Won\'t understand!

 

I am so alone,

And you\'ve gone mad.