Punching bag
I punch the wall
I punch again
I want to feel it all
but I just can’t
The pain I get
inside my chest
Each time I let
my thoughts to you drift
drowns out the pain
breaking bones
I remember the point
where my ligaments snapped
out popped my joints
my tendons tore
yet still I keep punching
to forget you
I wish the heartache
would all just stop
my whole life feels fake
when I look and stop
I keep on hitting
it cannot end
my hands are bleeding
the pain ascends
I hate myself
more than anything else
so I hurt my arm
to stop all my harm
you don’t miss me
you never will
but I want you
here with me still
I’m in so much pain
no one here understands
I punch again
Until the wall doesn’t stand
I pummel, hit, I scream for help
But still no one comes
because they can’t hear
the sound from this room
I hit once more
my call now a yelp
I fall to the floor.
I’m down on the ground
I broke my hand, my arm, my wrist
they’re all shattered. My whole fist
it shakes and bleeds forever more
till I die here on this cold floor.
I wait for you
you’ll never come
But I still love you
what have I become?