Bleeding Soul Poem by Eric Adams

How now my pain grows
my heart bleeds at every beat
growing in pain every second I wait
I ask my self what should I do

revenge, death, and hate
what now do I do
but let the pain take its course

my one true love
was everything but true love
she has cast a spell on me
sending me deeper to my hell

drive me mad let all know
thy soul has left
for thy soul's pain is far worse
then hell's fire of death

this is how I feel
the pain drives me to write
to write my inner thoughts
so that my soul
doesn't consume my outer self
yet do I avenge my soul

to kill and beat thy enemies
thy enemies who hath beat me

is it just or is it wrong
this I ponder though the days
through my black hearted day
with daggers of false love

how much must one man suffer
to find his one true love
isn't that just or is it not
I am confused by love

why does it play games
why does it do what it does
why must it beat me down
is it a lesson, a game or

loves way of killing me
telling me that i have no love
no love in this world
is no one good enough
am I not good enough

must I die so sad and alone
so forgotten and lost
this is what drives men to suicide
to wish they never existed.