POISON

FOR THE LAST TIME

 You scream at me for making mistakes,

but it's really you who's to blame.

I did everything I could for you,

but you dismiss it like no trouble at all..

Over every little thing, you get mad at me.

Perfection isn't good enough for you,

and you end up doing everything

yourself. If I make a mistake,

it's over. You hit me, tenderizing not

only my face, but my will to live.

I always wish to say aloud,

you're done hitting me, you went

too far, you hit me for the last time.

But to you, I have no voice, I have no

choice to where I belong.

Can't you see? My heart was soft

and nice, but you caused me to not

trust anyone, or believe what everyone

says. You destroyed my only heart,

my only will, and caused my stomache to seep into my skin, just like the acid

in your words. At night I try to tell myself,

that you'll change one day, into a man

not a beast.

So at night the transformation begins,

I thought you were bad enough, but then

the fangs come out and you destroy

everything in your path. So it doesn't

matter to you if I wake up with four new

bruises or two more black eyes or

six more cuts.

I always think, wish I could speak

aloud, you hit me for the last time.

So in the dark of night, when you

think you'll make up in the morning,

I enter the kitchen, get the biggest

knife I can and walk to your room.

With years of abuse and pain

building up my stride, I step

quietly by your side, and bring the

knife down. Up and down.

Again and again.

Right in your heart. So you feel my

pain. I build up enough courage and

finally say what I always wanted

to say. I look in your cold but still

alive eyes, and say,

You hit me for the last time.

Before I finished you off.

this may have seemed a little harsh, but it's what some people are going through. remember to vote, comment, or like if you like any of my poems. love yah all! :D