I don't know if I'm allowed to put this here or not... It is not a short story, it's dark poetry that I would like to share. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it. Thoughts, opinions, suggestions all welcomed.

If it doesn't belong here please let me know, I'm happy to delete it... Thanks!

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I have a friend, his name is pain

Tripping on power and low self esteem, like a razor cutting jagged pieces of my heart bit by bit, unholy, deceiving, pathetic and weak.

Flawed and distorted are the lies, the sweaty skin that you despise.

Parasitic and lonely, lacking self control, a dark side raging and insensitive.

Too much hate, controlling you and changing me forever.

The storm raged on and it ate me alive as I threw away trust.

Apathetic and nothing hurts, obligations that are weathered with doubt and regret, you bring down every person and soul around you. The blood won't wash off your hands and beauty is only obscene growing in your cold heart.

A total screw up... delusional hated and scarred.

Narcissistic and needy, relentless, uncaring, keeping secrets and hiding... emotionless as far as anyone can see. God how I love to hate you. So much that it grows into a massacre.

The chaos in the eyes of this sadomasochistic angel, ruin and rot in the home where so much of my blood has been spilled down decaying stairs, and countless hallways where portraits of madmen, slayers and cutters watch the sheep led unknowingly to their razor.

I will tell you for your own good, its not that good. But hey we all have to star some where.

I think its intriguing ,and seems to tell a story... in a shadowy sort of way.

It definitely is sad,and full of pain.. .. but much of life is.

I'm happy you got it out of your head and on paper...and I'm sure there are souls who can relate to the pain and disappointment it describes.