Poetry I Wrote Some Sadness

[Organized_Chaos11]

You tried to control me, you tried to defy me, you won’t get away with it this time.
To many lies, too many tries, to get away from the life I once knew.
That life was too peaceful, uneventful and happy.
It’s all romance, love. Sappy.
Nothing.
To something.
This life is chaotic, full of excitement, happy for me, sad for others.
All they’ll look at is the cover.
I scared them.
I liked it.
They shrieked.
I liked it.
They screamed.
I liked it.
They ran.
They fled.
I got in their head.
Everyday is a struggle, I’m controlling them constantly.
They’re on their knees.
Begging ‘please.’
They don’t even know.
I like it.
Even more, I love it.
I long for that feeling.
I long for the bleeding.
That feeling of knowing that fear will hold them back from hurting me.
Looking at my scars, my bruises.
I know I shouldn’t get more if I continue.
And everyone else will be scarred and bruised.
They’ll know what it feels like.

 

[Organized_Chaos113]

Somehow, my previous account had complications, so I made a new one and it's working like it's supposed to. I'll keep writing poetry, just a different account.