Killing Me

by M.R. Haden - Not entered


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
Date created: 1998-05-08 16:51:30
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:13
Poem ID: 49523

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