no goodbyes, just dying

[xxxlovexofxlifexjcxxx]

im dying
yes i am
and the
silent killer
is the knife
the knife
that lays deep
deep in my heart
with your
empty words
etched in its
silver shaft
it lays in my heart
and i squint
every time
every time my heart
trys to beat
it bleeds
it beats
but to weak for me
to weak for me to
go on
to weak for my legs
with no blood flow
i crumble
crumble to me knees
and their is nobody
nobody beside me
i am alone
dying and crying
bleeding out my eyes
no they arent tears
i said i would be strong
so i hold them back
but their is so many
as one leaks out
the rest fall back
fill me lungs
im drowning
lost for air
drowing
and their is nobody here
i drown i die i bleed and i cry
my body to weak to go on
my mind to confused
my heart to broken
i bleed
i curse
i die
befor we say goodbye
i die

 

[Victorian Rose]

It brought tears to my eyes.

 

[xxxlovexofxlifexjcxxx]

im sorry that i made you cry..... its sorta emotional i guess

 

[Marie]

I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you've been hurt, really badly, in the past.

That theme occured in the last poem that I read of yours as well.

Once again, your word choice is absolutely powerful, and I can tell it comes straight from the heart. From painful experience, but from the heart. It's been said that our words are an overflow from the well of our hearts, and that is very apparent in your poetry. You make your audience feel for your pain. That's awesome- keep writing, it's a great outlet.