Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Pain ❯ Pain ( One-Shot )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: This is purely original work. If it resembles anyone's I'm sorry but is purely coincidence.

PAIN

My chest hurts from the invisible wound,

Inflicted when you ripped out my heart,

And tore it to pieces.

I sit here in the shower,

Cold water runs down my face like tears.

Tears that I cry, for you,

For what will never be.

All I want is your happiness,

But why, then, am I so depressed.

Why do I feel that your happiness is my existence?

Is all my pain worth this?

I hold the razor to my wrist.

Would my death make you happy?

Would it free you of your worries

of hurting me?

Would me dying help you be with her?

I drop the blade.

I am dying already

So why make it worse?

I am an empty shell of a person.

But I must go on.

I must go in.

If for no other reason

But to insure your happiness.

For no other reason,

Then to be tortured.

Tortured by your love,

For her.