Warm, and stinging it drips from my wrist <br />The blood he made <br />Amount to nothing, nothing to look forward to <br />Not going anywhere <br />A second of happiness a year of misery <br />Kill myself now and no-one notices that I'm not there <br />No-one to miss, missed by none <br />Drowning in the grief that you gave me <br />Everything will not be alright <br />He made me bleed tonight and I hate him so much that <br />one of us must die <br />I don't hate the blood <br />The blood makes me feel strong <br />The blood makes me feel alive <br />The blood makes me feel real <br />Not real, not alive, going through the motions of yesterday <br />Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?<br /><br />Laura Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-to-the-world/
