So...when I was an early teenager, I wrote this. No, it's not about me. It's not about anyone I know. I was just bored and randomly wrote stuff down. It's a bit morbid, I guess you could say, but possibly has a good message to it. I think the poem explains itself, but I could be wrong. It doesn't have a title.


A suicidal love is what I feel for thee
Love worth killing every single thing
I'd do anything to feel your tender kiss
Slitting wrists for your eternal bliss
Have you no faith in my masochistic ways?
Cutting my flesh to be close to your face
I have no desire to please any one but you
For your lustful blood there is nothing I won't do
Schizophrenia is no longer like a curse
Everything I feel makes me bleed worse
The knife I hold goes deep into my flesh
To die for you is the only thing I wish
Deep inside myself rampid thoughts run free
Why am I doing this? Are you meant for me?
My doubts get me feeling like I've been betrayed
After all of done and the many times I've prayed
I realize that suicide is not a rightful love
I should be free and flying high like a dove
All the rage I feel inside turns into a dust
I've finally learned you are not to trust
All you wanted me for was you own deep desires
To toss my dying corpse into the hottest fires
You never loved me, you wanted me for joy
I was your ever loyal masochistic toy
The light is shining on the dew-filled dawn
What you are doing to me is more than wrong
Faithlessly, I lie awake searching for the truth
Laughing, I think of the stupidity of youth
One thing I can say that I know to be true
Deep inside myself I never loved you