Nothing Hurts More

Nothing hurts more,
than the slow painful
red lines which appear
a few seconds after.

Nothing hurts more,
than the feeling
of cold metal on warm skin.

Nothing hurts more,
than watching
long lines of blood,
drip down your arm.

Noting hurts more,
than feeling the blade
slice the skin.

Nothing hurts more,
than crying for hours
as tears,
fall upon the wounds.

Nothing hurts more,
than knowing I hurt you,
knowing it was my fault
you are sad.

Nothing hurts more,
than looking in the mirror
and hating the thing
which stares back.

Nothing hurts more,
than the feeling of guilt,
of feeling so helpless and powerless

Nothing hurts more,
than having the knowledge
that no matter what I say,
I cannot change your decision.

Nothing hurts more,
than knowing I lost you,
because of the stupid
choices I made,
and the promises I senselessly broke.

Nothing hurts more,
than being alone,
being so sad,
and knowing you are not there anymore.

Nothing hurts more,
than being alive...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008

[This is a bit emo. I am sorry. I guess I just needed to vent. Sorry that this is not so poetic, but I am not very good at writing, I guess you can already tell...]