This is a little something I wrote during a time of raw emotional pain. This is what came out when trying to explain the feelings I had after talking to my ex wife recently after we divorced. I did not edit it in any way, shape, or form. It's purely worded the way it was at the time and I kept it that way to keep the rough edge feel to it so to speak.
I house both our suffering
I'm my own worst enemy
I feel raw pain
Like the Devil's claw bursting through my rib cage
And ripping my heart from my body
Slowly applying pressure till it's seeping between his fingers
With every piece of my heart that hits the floor
My soul lessens
Only then can I be this empty
Only then can I go against my own beliefs
My own way of life!
And this is what I wrote to you
As I lowered to the level of Scum-Froth
'I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. I feel your pain ripping my core to pieces. Of course I'm the last one to say something. I'm a piece of shit and I'm sorry for that. All I feel I can say is I'm Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. RAW EMOTIONAL PAIN is what I feel now and it feels endless. I hate myself!'
But I worry not about my well being
Because while my heart was seeping
Through the fingers of the Devil himself
A sliver I could recover
And strength can be restored
I am intrepid.
I am my own enginery
Self propelled if you will
-Kert Rotten
COMMENTS
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ANAKsuNAMUN
04:53 Jul 09 2009
I am speechless...
I've been... in her shoes... at the tip of the knife feeling this pain, at it's most rawness... if you will. The marriage with the father of my son, fuck him... that's the only feeling I feel for him. No, it's a lie... it's been years for me... since him and I, and I think he fucked me up... pretty back.
So, I feel your pain... and hers...