Blades Of Grass

I walk along the tear stained floor
Of which I've walked alone
Bleeding, scarred and battle torn
My sins I deny to atone

I use to run so far away
When I was but a kid
The nasty people they'd shout and say
YOU WISH YOU SHOULD'VE HID!
I would've laid on the floor bruised and hit
Feeling worthless, alone, needless and shit
What did I do to deserve this pain?
That I'd endure over and over again.

They're memories though from far away
And now worst things come and bite
Leading my sanity off astray
I lack the energy to now fight
I'd roll around in blades of grass
Up on harmony hill
Alone with a genocidic butterfly
And a diabolical thrill
He stood aside me, watched me cry
Watched me fall and watched me die
My genocidic butterfly whom no-one else can see
Somebody who guards and protects, only seen by me
We'd both lay in the blades of grass
Laughing, rolling and having some laughs
Till one day I found a truth
Of which I demanded certain proof
A WHORE, A WHORE, A WHORE A WHORE!!!
You destroyed me, disemboweled and threw me out the door
You left me in the bitter cold of uncertain life
He told me he'd stay with me and to find comfort in the knife
I hid away from all the people who claimed to be my friend
Those people who have lied to me, done to the bitter end
I know they're fakes, this much is true
And if you do the same to me
As did had once did
You'll wish you had ran away
And wished you'd fucking hid

What goes around comes around
I will tell you now
What happened to me is a mystery
I don't even know how

A dark embrace, the clutch of Hell
It did bring me down below
No happiness left, no emotions but hate
Positivity I refuse to show

A false deceit, a lie as such
That of which fools believe
Their stupidity and gullibility
Their only supposed crutch

For in my mind of which you see
Is hate, torment and neglect
I will do upon to you as they did to me
Though a knife will have carved your neck
I respect no-one nor do I care
For the pain that will forever rape me
In my dreams I see myself tied down
It feels like it started again
And I wish I'd do nothing but drown
Under gallons of salty water
Choking, gagging, dying alone
Like a lamb left to the slaughter

I am what I am from my history and more
From the day of birth I was thrown out those doors
Away from the clutch of a mother I never had
Whom fucked a stranger supposedly my dad
I consider them now worthless and dead
But forever haunted till i have her head
The people who beat me down left me on the floor
They'll feel the pain that I had felt a million fucking more
I suffer endlessly every day and onward
My pain will be eternal
Till the day I drop down physically dead
Life will be infernal
I use to roll in blades of grass
Till I knew the truth
Now I resort to blades of glass
Whilst rain pours through my roof
My friend my only friend, my genocidic butterfly
You'll never leave cause I know you'd never let me die
Only I can see you and you see me, that much is true
We'll fight the world, hate the lot through and through and through.

- EmotionallyTorn.
Dear my genocidic butterfly. I dedicate this poem in respect to you for all you've done for me.
You've stuck by me in times of inevitable demise, you've pulled me through despair.
You've done more than anyone has for me, and you've been there all my life.
I'm sorry I've insulted you, put you down and so much more.
But it's us against the world, us and our pain our history and troubles to come.
Fuck everything, fuck the world. It's only us and we need nobody else.
Thank you for all you've done.