Unworthy
Only knowing a world of darkness and shadows
a cold shiver rattling my bones.
All I see are hateful glares
and I hear the bitter words tailored to them.
My only friend is that little corner
where I sit and cry onto the cobwebs,
sharing secrets with my shadow
fearing what lurks beyond my windowpane.
Lucid tears greet my pupils
making their way down my cheeks,
leaving behind a crooked path,
to map out each curve upon my face
For me love is only a frill,
the urge for it derived in vain.
Something my faintly beating heart
will never have the privilege to know.
The only activity I excel at
is walking that imaginary line
between the shallow life I lead,
and the outer limits of existance
For a brief moment I can scream away the pain
and creep into the back alley of life,
watching as years of nothingness
stream by me in a race to the end.
As the last emotion sifts out of my body
and the reminder of my uselessness is over
I'll no longer have to think or feel,
or long for all the living I'd never do.
All it takes is that one sharp blade..
that one quick moment in agony.
Only one instant of hurt
compared to the many solemn years to come...
As my head falls, limp, against the corner,
the blood a makeshift burial,
life can continue to bless others...
finally rid of me....
-Aleesha
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