Hate Me...Love Me...Break Me...Save Me From Hell
My World is Confined to a Casket
I want to close the casket
I want to close the door
Hide from the war that is my mind
The battle waging inside of me
Is anything ever going to change?
I’m not going to beg to be loved.
Fight for me
Isn’t it a little too late
To save me from the Hell I live in.
Hate me
I can do that all my own
Love me
Am I worth the lies you spread?
~
Grab the matches
Strike the match head against skin
Watch the flame explode and come to life
I’m not going to beg you for peace anymore
I cut your face from the pictures,
Tossed the box of letters into the brush pile
And set that bitch a blaze
~
Darkness has settled somewhere deep inside
You thought you could break me
I thought you would love me
That you’d save me from the monsters lingering just outside the door
But I refuse to beg you
I refuse to bend to your will
Hate me
Love me
Break me
You’ll never Save me from Hell
~
I’m sick of being used
Sick of being abused
Sick of the fakeness
I’ve been writing
Pouring my soul out
With black ink
That bleeds through the pages
And stains your skin
~
But nothing will be the same
Not so long as I live with these demons
Every day I’m dragging my soul through the haze
It’s a battle everyday
A struggle to stay sane
To not embrace the monster within
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
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