Bucket Of Blood Poem by Rowdy Solomon

I don't deal with most

Because of the hand I was dealt

It's made me guarded, protective

Of everything I own

Everything I have attained

It all started when my feelings were exposed

I pictured a perfect world with just me and her

Yet, she invited others and cracked my heart

No matter...

Because it was still intact

On to the next...

Dark days came

Until beauty shined light on

My ugly situation

She just walked past me and

Changed my world

Turned it upside down

And me inside out

Showing feelings again

Exposed like a crab with no shell

After she was done

Taking everything I had

That's all that was left

MY heart was struck again

And even more brutal attack

As she walked away with

Who was my best friend

Yet, I continued...

MY next eye catcher wanted

For better or for worse

Things got better for me

And two weeks later got worse

She always wanted to argue

Disrupt my smooth cool vibe

I gave off so easily

She was determined to have her way

I begged, I pleaded

To come to a compromise

As I felt the walls of my heart fogging up

With pressure about to shatter

She laughed, kissed me...

And said it's over

I felt the internal bleeding instantly

No tourniquet necessary

It was too late....

I hovered over the sink

In my bathroom as the

Blood and tears dripped

From my mouth

A flowing river of despair and anger

Shards of by heart ripping

My esophagus as I regurgitated them

I thought I was dead for sure

When my eyes closed after

Collapsing on my bathroom floor

Then they were opened once more

Now, I see black and white

I can; t smile even if I try

I try to feel but I cannot

Silence is my solace

Pain I feel no more

It's as if I am a zombie

Waiting to commit suicide

To be alive again by

Killing myself and awakening

Somewhere else

Many ask...

What happened to you?

Why are you like this?

The only thing I can tell them is...

Go check the bucket of blood

Most will never understand