****I wrote this poem February 6th, 2006. It is very dark. I wish I could remember exactly what I was going through at the time****
I sit with nothing but hatred running through my veins
I’m angered beyond anything I’ve ever felt
I’m a stone with no way to express oneself
I sit here cold with waves of emotion crashing through me like a rip tide.
There is no one I have but myself.
With icy blood flowing I have no warmth for even lust.
Hatred fills my body
Tears splash to my cheeks
Popping pills may take my pain
But won’t heal me.
Waves slam me every which way
I am no longer in control
Warmth touches my skin in a red smooth covering
The blade is cold as it slits through layers of icy skin.
I sit here wondering what has happened
Such beauty gone
With the hatred others have made one feel.