I want to dive off the highest mountain,
to show you the depths of the pain you caused.
I want to shoot myself in the head,
to show you how much of my mind was occupied by the pain you caused.
I want to stab myself in the heart,
to show you how much pain is bleeding from me.
I want to cut off my arms,
to show you how your pain has shied me from opening them to others.
I want to cut off my legs,
to show you how you have hurt me so, that I don’t know how to move on.
I want to find my soul,
because the pain you caused took it away.
I want to scoop out my eyes and give them to you,
so you can see the pain you caused me.
I hope your happy.
Michelle Poet
January 12, 2001