�Just a Trend�

I love to listen to the dead of night;
I love hiding from the bright, white light;
I love cutting, slicing through the skin;
I love the blood curdling scream that erupts from within.

I love it when it rains;
I love this bitter sweet pain;
I love the sweet, tainted scent of Death;
I love breathing in my very last breath.

I love walking around dressed in black;
I love the thought of never coming back;
I love the idea of this being the end;
I love the fact that you think this is just a trend.

But I hate the way I'm always compared;
You treat me like I'm stupid, like I'm impaired;
I'm nothing like her, OR you;
I'm ME, not that I'm surprised you never knew.

I hate the way you close your mind;
I hate the way you act as though you're blind;
I hate this anger you make me feel;
I hate the fact you don't realise that this is real.

I hate the way you'll feel that day when I'm gone;
But you should've listened to the words of those songs;
I hate all your feelings of strife;
But you should've taken an interest in my life.

I love this laughter bubbling inside;
But I'll hate the look on your face when you realise I have died;
I love the blood dripping from my cuts;
I hate the fact you never had the guts

To ask me what the f**k was wrong;
The way you pretended you knew all along;
I hate having to say 'Goodbye',
But, Mama, one day, "we're all gonna die".

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel2007

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your repetition is so powerfully rhythmic; your words so lyrical!!! This is such an amazing, deep write, Josie... The vivid darkness is so deep and emotive and as always you so clearly communicate your heart and soul... Incredible!

Craig