# My ending Author: SilverwraithStar Tags: Emotions, Fire, Hate, Lost, Love, Poetry #2 of Poetry Another one of my poems, I had decided to write.. See if you can guess the feelings behind this. I stand at the very edge today Wondering if I shall ever fade The tattered skirting, flows with the wind Holding me back.. from my treacherous end The cold stone, beneath my feet... Keep them blood covered, and sore... Barbed Wire, wrap around my legs... My pleading cries, wake me up from my death bed No one else... hears my begs and pleads for help.. I begin to fade, without a sign.. The memory that you had of me.. distorted because of a few lies You had no idea of how it would torture me so.. You say that you loved me... And I say that I loved you too.. But, when you believe, such a false judgement.. Does that mean that I had already began to wither away The knife that you once so called, pulled out.. You drove it in deeper without a care of when and how The tears I now cry Make my eyes dead and dry My heart now hollow from the inside out Would you ever care, if I disappeared from this drought? Memories shall fade.. As time shall pause.. My loving feelings for you.. Shall never end.. The image I hold of you, now drenched in blood If you would look and see, the patterns of my cuts None related to you However, you opened me up Stepped inside Never gave a 'What for' on how I might die You pleasure yourself, to my aching screams My eyes filled with fear, and just plain agony Is this what you wanted? My oso great pain to me called yours? Or for my screams, to fill your doors.. My blood tracing..  Back to my treacherous end You were never the one to hold me in The wind, and my freedom.. For which I live for... I would rather die if I fell in love once more My heart shatters, and my bones break But my mind, is still awake.. And you shall suffer three times fold Karma is a bitch, don't you know? I will pray that you won't suffer like I did But , Part of me wants you to understand what it is What it is to love and care But then again, you can rot in your despair I'd never give a second thought to if it was fair I just know that I'm done with this last and final dare You no longer have my care So suck it up you so called man, and beware. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YgB9gm Part of the series Poetry Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474872-where-is-that-knife-now.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/474875-personal-angel.md