Writing Mikk's Depressive poetry lounge

[Mikkaddo]

[COLOR=DarkRed]::just a warning, my poetry is indeed either very deep . . . or veeeerrrrry depressing . . . its just what Im best at:::

[SIZE=3]Torn My Heart[/SIZE]

Torn is my heart,
My soul feeling the rips in its walls,
My mind is ruined for now,
My heart now lies, lies in wait,
It waits for it pain to end,
The pain that refuses to leave,
It bleeds wanting back its former days,
It crimson water seeping leaking into my soul,

My entire body growing heavy from the guilt,
It was my doing, my hearts pain is my deeds doing,
My deed, my sin, my own pain,
Nothing, nothing can cure my heart, nothing,
My deeds have cursed me once again,
My guilt holding me back,
The world around my body mocking me once again,
The onlookers not caring of the toll, only caring of seeing my pain,

The world is hateful of me as always,
The people forcing more pain upon me,
Only wanting to see me curl in hurt, on the ground,
The few in the back do not offend,
They simply stand quiet, not moving,
For they know that to help, means suffering the same fate as myself,
I bite my tongue, trying to reach out to those who do not offend,
They back at my attempted screams, they back and stay silent,

They will not fight for me,
But neither will they fight against me,
For that I am thankful,
But that too is a curse for me,
They will not fight me,
But they will not help me either,
They simply sit in their own pain, wincing as they watch mine,
And for that I curse even them, they still do not speak,

They only watch, watch in horror as I am ripped from the inside out,
Their faces tell what their voices refuse,
They wish to help but fear regret,
Their twisted faces curve and turn,
But they dare not speak a word to me,
They dare not speak a word to my oppressors,
For they know the toll of such an act,
My heart is torn by their betrayal[/color]