Posting your poems.

Here is one of my poems sorry it's a bit dark....but i was going through a rough time when I wrote it heh. Hope anyone who reads likes it. I Hate You With My Love You've devoured my sanity with a thousand lies I hunger so badly to wash you with my anger But the sight of your beautiful tears rapes my rage with such a shame I am so overwhelmed, someday I will kill you... Our existences so fragile like the mirror that stands between us No matter what words we use to make taking what's next easier Only shattered the image of innocence that never stood a chance Between the wounds that I let you carve inside of me an the love I gave that I regret I don't know how to sleep... ...how to live... How to die! Imprisoned by your shadow I don't know how to ask god for his guidance So afraid of the same rejection I give myself when I yearn your comfort to just love the way you slaughter me Deep down, I want to die... I need to die to kill you in the name of my revenge. I only hope you forgive me with your hate when I take myself away from you in the name of my love. "I never knew that below the bottom of darkness...there was something greater to fear until I became it..." Sincerely, N.WereWolf

Wow really dark, but I can feel the raw emotion. A lot of my poems came from what was feeling. Some were dark and some weren't.

Thanks i get that a lot... A lot of my writing is dark in nature im just skiddish sharing them.

It's ok don't be afraid to share. Some people might think you need help depending on how the poems are, but others will see the pain and emotions you put into them

Sheltered Grave This weighing ocean of nothing nobody success souring my brain with such a nasty and painful devour. Escape is such a tormenting word raped by myself so viciously it's become my most talented art. Blood and tears starve to cease their dripping screams from my carcass. But I starve more for destruction of myself cause someday it'll finally sink through that what I yearn to be will never be possible. Dive and hide, strangle the need of warmth and beauty with barbed wire threats that are memories you once lived. Suffering and struggling, my own reflection is the master of my demons. An invisible asylum of spiraling slaughter, loathing and crumbling amongst this sheltered grave I lay hidden. "The place of my grave is not the concern, it's what makes it my grave." Sincerely, N.Werewolf