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A Poem by Naida-Cambren

Everything screams

Nothing will be quiet, there is no silence in this place

I want to escape but I can't; I don't know how

How can I leave my own skeleton, my very skull

The base of my being, the only thing keeping me here

We all have to fight our demons, I chose a blade

I'll cut it out from under my skin

I'll cleave off its' head, this whole thing can end

It'll finally be done

You can't stop smiling at the idea, at everything

The smile itself crashes down, bringing the world with it

They keep my nails short so I can't scratch it, the bone deep itch

The didn't stop, they never really do

They're still there, if you look closely you can see them

Everything breaks

Nothing can be fixed

Nothing has ever made you this happy

To be destroyed

Completely and utterly irreversible

You let him become your world

He held everything in the palm of his hand

He promised nothing would get dropped and broken

You were his everything

He lied, nothing was true

Nothing was right

She came along

She destroyed everything

And somehow, the lamp was broken, on the floor

You could see everything and yet he said it was nothing

You throw yourself down the stairs to forget

You put on the bruises and little red lines like makeup

Sometimes they portray an image, tell a story

Suddenly you're at the bottom of the bottle

The end of the hall

The bottom of the well, eyes up, looking for nothing and something at the same time

Looking for yourself, all the shattered pieces

You don't remember falling so far

You promised you wouldn't

You became his nothing

The hall with no windows or doors

The floor is gone

She became his everything

The sun, the earth, the moon

The ocean with its' beautiful, endless tides

She shattered you

You let her, just stood and watched

You want to feel nothing but the slide of blade against flesh, yet you feel everything

© 2016 Naida-Cambren


Author's Note

Naida-Cambren
Feedback would be fantastic and if anyone can think of a title let me know because as of yet, it remains untitled still.

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Naida-Cambren
Naida-Cambren

Burlington, Ontario, Canada