Oh God what have I done? The screaming's stopped The pigs are singing And the bleeding has begun. What kind of monster have you made me? Oh God what have I done? Too late to stop the knife, And still razor through your lips I've never cared about myself Because you're the drug I can't resist And now the addiction's gone The shakes have fled away So while we're here in this room Why don't we get busy leading ourselves astray? Now don't you scream, when we kiss Death isn't oh so bad It's only been killing me all these years Since the day that I've gone mad. Oh God what have I done Oh God what did I do When the only thing I ever lived for Was learning how to touch you? That's the me you know, what you can't take away Is all the hurt and torture writhing The way I kill my friends And the love that I betray. Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1998
Reason for writing:
An extreme case of low self-esteem at its finest. Sometimes all I feel like is a monster, and that no matter what I do, it's never the right thing, and I betray everything that's ever loved me.Birth sign: Not entered
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