Poems

"I was painted in the blood, the blood drawn from my own flesh so I could hold onto you a little longer." "My eyes are bleeding, the tears are far from stopping. They flow like flood, drowning me into them. I watch it fall with coldness surrounding me. I wanna be alone again, left with my thoughts. Isolation is a weird addiction, i need it; to survive. I'll die with a label of dissapointment put onto me by the ones dear to my heart. Is it I that did them wrong? I must be the one. If I am the one to be blamed, they would never have to be tainted as sinners, so I will take the blame upon myself. I will set them free but I will set myself in fire because of their hate." "Why do you have such look in your eyes? The eyes full of resentment, full of disappointments that you claimed to have been caused by me. What shall I do now? How long shall I hold on for?" "Oh how foolish I was to even think that I could be loved, that even I could dream of happiness; such absurd lies that I fed myself."