{"sf1_id":474873,"sf2_id":"V1YgB9gm","title":"My ending","author":"SilverwraithStar","words":414,"posted_at":"2012-12-16T05:05:00.000Z","tags":["Emotions","Fire","Hate","Lost","Love","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474873-my-ending","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YgB9gm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/46/9f/469f6701-a6b4-4b1d-b693-57d978090487","description":"#2 of Poetry\n\nAnother one of my poems, I had decided to write.. See if you can guess the feelings behind this.","content":"I stand at the very edge today   \nWondering if I shall ever fade   \nThe tattered skirting, flows with the wind  \nHolding me back.. from my treacherous end   \nThe cold stone, beneath my feet...   \nKeep them blood covered, and sore...   \nBarbed Wire, wrap around my legs...   \nMy pleading cries, wake me up from my death bed   \nNo one else... hears my begs and pleads for help..   \nI begin to fade, without a sign..   \nThe memory that you had of me.. distorted because of a few lies  \nYou had no idea of how it would torture me so..   \nYou say that you loved me...   \nAnd I say that I loved you too..   \nBut, when you believe, such a false judgement..   \nDoes that mean that I had already began to wither away  \nThe knife that you once so called, pulled out..   \nYou drove it in deeper without a care of when and how   \nThe tears I now cry  \nMake my eyes dead and dry   \nMy heart now hollow from the inside out  \nWould you ever care, if I disappeared from this drought?   \nMemories shall fade..   \nAs time shall pause..   \nMy loving feelings for you.. Shall never end..   \nThe image I hold of you, now drenched in blood   \nIf you would look and see, the patterns of my cuts  \nNone related to you   \nHowever, you opened me up   \nStepped inside   \nNever gave a 'What for' on how I might die   \nYou pleasure yourself, to my aching screams  \nMy eyes filled with fear, and just plain agony  \nIs this what you wanted?   \nMy oso great pain to me called yours?   \nOr for my screams, to fill your doors..   \nMy blood tracing..\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Back to my treacherous end  \nYou were never the one to hold me in   \nThe wind, and my freedom.. For which I live for...   \nI would rather die if I fell in love once more   \nMy heart shatters, and my bones break   \nBut my mind, is still awake..   \nAnd you shall suffer three times fold   \nKarma is a bitch, don't you know?   \nI will pray that you won't suffer like I did   \nBut , Part of me wants you to understand what it is   \nWhat it is to love and care   \nBut then again, you can rot in your despair  \nI'd never give a second thought to if it was fair  \nI just know that I'm done with this last and final dare  \nYou no longer have my care   \nSo suck it up you so called man, and beware.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474872-where-is-that-knife-now.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474875-personal-angel.json"}}