I write to fill with words
the void in my soul
that you gave me so long ago.
I want to write of beauty
or love, but you've stolen
my inspiration in death

I want you to know
how much you've destroyed me
I want to tell you
how much I hate you
for betraying me as only
one who was loved so deeply can
I want to curse you
and make you understand
the hell that emptiness is
I want you to see me
at my angriest
as no one ever has
I want you to feel nothing
to be completely empty inside
to have your heart frozen
by a winter so cold
the sun is exhausted
to be immensely alone
as you have left me
I want you to die
but you've already done that.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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