Frozen Pieces

Emotions torn from the very depth of my heart
whipped across the room,
only to hit the wall and shatter into a million
tiny insufficient pieces.
A trail of blood flows from the mess on the floor.
A silent standstill.
Self pitted against self.
Battles of life and death.
A broken heart hurts more than a thousand cuts.
Words of disdain and anger,
tossed around like garbage.
like pieces of paper with useless words strewn across the pages.
Useless words.
You against me
me against me
two people, so close, but indistinguishable strangers.
I hate you.
I detest me.
You, that side of me,
that girl I don't know,
that girl with the same face, but it's stern and frigid.
Why do you stay?
I hate you.
I hate me.
If you are apart of me, that means you must be me.
Then if you are me, I deserve this,
this pain and heart ache?
If you are me, then I belong to this darkness.
If you are me, I hate me.
Self pitted against self.
I am losing, laying atop the cold dirty floor,
next to the pieces of my shattered memories,
tears they flow so freely.
You are me.
You are me and I wish you weren't.
You are me, and because of that I lost it all.
I'm giving in to you, I lost my strength to fight.
Useless words.
You are me, what can I do?
I hate you.
Do I hate me?
It's cold here, and it's where I belong.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009