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.