A voice inside my head <br />Telling me you should be dead <br />All those things you said <br />Now just fed <br />Pain to my now lead <br />Heart <br /> <br />Newly poisoned with hate <br />Trapped to an unjust fate <br />Willingly able to use this disease that ate <br />Away my disabled state <br />Using pity as a way to bait <br />You back <br /> <br />Now all I say <br />Is what the hay <br />Lovers can stray <br />Far enough away <br />From the blood spray <br />Always<br /><br />Ben Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torn-and-sewn/
