A.W. Books & Poetry

I tore my pain away

To look at the mess

Like a calculated arrest

And I can only wonder

How could something so fleeting

Occupy all that space in my chest?

How can something so simple

Become a tangle of hurt in my head?

Fairytales are not real, and

The villain doesn’t always die at the end

There is no justice

Not even a pause,

Then all the characters just move on.

It’s not fair that you can live with what you did to me.

What’s worse is you fooled me twice

And I have to deal with the ridicule

A punishment for an hopeful mind

It’s not fair that it stripped me raw

Drained all the oxygen

Straight out of my lungs

I sometimes am afraid

I will never escape it at all

Because it haunts me

It stalks my cranial halls

But you got over it

Like it was nothing at all

All of my body and all of my soul

Wishes you would suffer and

Learn what it feels like to have that hole

That I have through my being.

But you won’t,

And I am tired so don’t,

Pretend like anything will change

Because it won’t.

So much for for “friends forever”

When almost my whole life

Has been controlled by your hoax

So now I have to let it go

A fate more tragic than a slain warrior’s fall

Because I still have to live through it all.

~Annalise Wellman