Throw Back: “What Have You Done?”

You let,
you let the soft whispers
fill your mind with false hope.

Do you truly believe that we,
we,
will ever be gone?

I’m always here,
always,

I will let your blood
spill passed broken skin
like water through a dam
that is too brittle to
withstand the force of the pain
pressing its walls.

You will die.
I will kill you.

You won’t live to see 50.

I will take your life.

I promise you punishment,
punishment,
for all your dared dreams.

*I wrote this poem on 12/18/2011….5 years. 5 years of fighting against myself, for myself. So far, I’m undefeated. And here. I’m still here.

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