me myself i

silence folds me

into its cold torturous arms

stealing me

from the warmth

of the blade on my arm

 

sitting by myself

thinking of what he did

what he will do

what myself would do to him

 

i dream that

me's blood is his blood

that me's tears are his tears

that myself hadn't felt pain

 

i live the guilt

of not having told

of where he placed his hands

of what he made me do

of what he showed me

 

i picture is violent death

the blood that would pour out

me's hands pulling the trigger

myself's hands holding the knife

 

me myself and i

we have survived

Reviews

[Black Hole Halo]

damn...if this is just an exercise, I say excellent work, the me , myself and I is very powerful! if this is something you live with then know it's not your fault. This make me want to choke the crap out of something...or someone.

[Roe]

Amazing write very powerful!