Sitting alone in the dark,
while i slowly start to mark.
Where the pain has to begin,
and slowly there comes an end.
As i sit here and start to feel dead,
everything becomes filled with red.
All i feel is your hurt,
then the darkness starts to lurk.
I cant keep living like this,
everything starts fading in the mist.
I allowed you to hurt me so much,
when all i needed was a punch.
You played every game in the book,
and left me standing here like a crook.
You already took all you wanted,
you could have at least made me feel like something.
This has to come to an end,
even if it means we aren’t friends.
This poem was written/submitted by jessica.