Weapons of Self Destruction

Sometimes you write something that so perfectly captures a moment in your life that you fall in love with the words despite the feelings or emotions they bring along with them. This poem was written in a hard time in my life, and a moment when I realized that I needed to let out the emotion I had bottled up inside in-order to start a new life. A fresh beginning. I love this poem, and I hope you enjoy it too:

Don’t worry dear sweet
This won’t take long
It will happen so fast
You won’t even know
Look at the pictures
And take it all in
Stab your self hard
Don’t you dare give in
Hold onto the knife
Don’t you dare let it go
Push it in deep
Until you can’t say no
Listen to me now
There’s nothing to save
Watch yourself bleed out
All over the page
Rip your chest open
And bare it to me
Blessed sweet darling
Give it all up to me
And when you see him
For the very next time
You’ll feel nothing inside
Where it once felt Devine
Now tear out the dagger
You shoved so hard in
And submit to the tears
Before your new life begins

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