Hate Me as I Am

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

The ricochets of sounds

Of dead dreams bounce

Off my walls at night

When all I want is sleep.

Night is no comfort

For the pain,

Blades of steel

Sever every last cord

Of hope and humanity.

When betrayal rests below

Your pillows making insomnia

Impossible to bear,

You ask for one bullet to end it all.

Physical pain no longer

Compensates for the feelings

That lurk deep below the surface

Where the war wages within.

A puppy abandoned by

Once loved owner,

Is all that seems

To explain this situation.

How could you do this!!!

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 20, 2019:

Betrayal hurts beyond repair sometimes as our hearts ache with the mind constantly flashing unanswered questions.

Live your life. Keep going. The answers will come in time. The painful hurt will lessen.