I Only Write In Pain

Why am I so torn up inside?
Why am I dying,
Crying,
Wondering why
You keep lying?
Why does my sighing
Leave me drying
The tear-stained
Canvas I painted for you?
Who
Do
You
Think you are?
How far
Will you go
Before you slow
For the children in the street?

You raced through my heart
Like a hotrod,
And kids can run,
But not when a gun
Is pressed to their temple.

Nothing is simple
Anymore, is it?
The dimples
In your cheeks haunt
Me, my gaunt
Face bleeding
Slowly, feeling
Going, fading
Showing the hating
That isn't abating.

I'm always in action
In my inaction,
But it's just a small fraction
Of my malefaction.


You're the other 9/10ths.

I can't help but fear
You can't feel
Me, screaming
And begging for the seal
Closing my lungs from
Breathing freely
And blocking my heart
From ever healing
To break, 
Just like you broke me. 

What is this feeling,
As, head reeling,
Blood drips from the ceiling?

You say you don't mean to
Do
This.

What do you mean to do?
Is it true
That when you said you loved me,
You lied?
I tried
So hard,
I'm trying
So hard,
But your words left me scarred,
And I won't make it far
Before I can't go anymore.

Thank God for semicolons;
The end isn't here yet.

Lucky me.