Who done it -------------------------------------------
Rip it out
Through it against to wall
The dripping blood on the wall
Satisfactory
Yet agonizing at the same time
Physical pain is a pin prick
To the psychological hurting
That engulfs me
My pulsating heart sits in the corner
Still bleeding
The knife that pushed me to the limit
Rest in my hands
Open to anyone now
Staring back in the reflection of the knife
No longer my image
But those that cause the hurt
Those that banish the damned
Those that choose to not see
And those that put down
Longer
I gaze at it
They vanish
Soon my own figure appears
It stares at me
What is this?
I?
The realization hits me
It was not them that caused my suffering
But I and my own personal fault
For absorbing them
I glance at the now lifeless heart
Lying against the wall
Motionless
I am dead
Dead to the world
Dead to myself
And it’s all me to blame
Some parts are a bit too long. It's way too long all together IMO. Good though. Thought provoking. Some words make sense where they are but seem unneeded.
Submission Name: Who done it
