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Liberate

Liberate
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Rescue me from this sorrow that’s drowning me.

I will die by your hand but it’s not how it should be…only God decides my demise

Even he can’t stop me from dying of a broken heart.

I wish I could go back and fix everything that was ever a mistake and keep you with me.

The worst part is I can’t let you go.

I can’t move on when you’re still here, here in my mind, my heart, my soul you’re in everything I am.

I’m the only one who knows the real you the one I fell madly in love with.

That ‘shy boy’ you portrayed in front of me and let only me crack that shell to see what you held so precious inside, like a emerald gem of true self righteousness, now shatters into a thousand pieces and wounds me with permanent scars of your hate.

Look upon my sorrow and weep for my death for I shall haunt your dreams forever more.

Traces of tears arise to drown you heart in anger for your betrayal.

Take my headed warnings for I shall not be resentful when you die by my hand.





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