Hell

Sitting in this prison

My mind is my cell

I stare at my reflection

It's darker than hell

I eat away at the memories

Keep saying the past isn't real

My life flashes before me

I'd give anything not to feel

So it's time to play soldier

Try and grow against the pain

So I throw you in the ashes

In my past you're just a stain

The things now buried in me

Yet I can never let them go

So I just spilled my fucking guts for you

Just so you would know

I HATE THE WAY YOU TREAT ME

I HATE THE WAY YOU LIE

I HATE THE WAY YOU DECIEVE ME

I JUST WISH THAT YOU WOULD DIE

I CAN'T CONTROL MY ANGER

I CAN'T CONTROL MY HATE

IT SEEMS MY HAND HAS FOLDED

AND YOU HAVE SEALED MY FATE

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Spring Broas's picture

Wow, I would've just loved to tell one of friends the end of that poem a little while ago...she doesn't really get me.But, I'll live.this is a very good poem. Very well writen, I enjoy very much reading your stuff.

Nauplii's picture

very deep poem, you should be proud of it. my compliments to a great writer:) ~ Colette ~

perception's picture

The ending is great and flows better than the rest of the poem. Its really good. I can deffinately feel a lot of emotions in it.

Lloyd Wagoner's picture

damm this kicks major ass! i love this shit!