Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
One Sad Night Before Christmas
PLUNGE
  Plunge it,
  My throat bleeds.
  Dripping angst from
  Suppressed screams.
  Pointy objects all
  Pointed at me.
 
  And me laughing,
  Maniacally.
  My pleasure in suicide.
  Where's an exit?
  Where's a kill?
  Plunge it,
  These wrists are good for nothing
  Except writing and
  Look where that's got me.
Wh-re
  Wh-re, yeah, you are.
  I've never cared much
  For your attitude.
  Sometimes I wonder if I
  Abhor you.
 
  Wh-re. You care not for
  Those around you.
  You are your only concern,
  Your only love.
 
  Wh-re. Couldn't wait to
  Rid yourself of all
  The family you ever had,
  Because we were “raised.”
 
  Wh-re. So eager to rid
  Yourself of the “mother”
  Moniker. You are a mother
  Forever.
 
  Wh-re. Even when you was
  My mom, it was like
  You were never my mom.
HATE
  As the days progress, you
  Begin to mean next to
  Nothing to me.
  I've known nothing
  Other than your hate.
  Maybe you should enjoy mine.
  How horrid that you
  F--- around though
  You deny it always.
  You anger me forever.
 
  And forever is
  A long time.
 
  But I have lived
  Longer knowing your hate.
F--- IT
  F--- you and all
  That you stand for.
  You are always telling
  My secrets to some sh!theads,
  F--- them.
  But more importantly,
  F--- you.
  You being that kind of way.
  You are one hell of a
  Person.
  So much, that I can say
  That I feel like I
  Grew up never having a
  Mother or father.
  Made me feel like a
  Lousy daughter
  Pretending to be a
  Lousy person.
KILL
  Have you ever taken a pen
  And stabbed it into your flesh?
  I won't lie,
  It don't feel good.
 
  But it feels better than
  Most things.
  Kill me.
  Where is someone with the courage?
UGLY
  Your hate is ugly.
  And you hate me.
  You can't say the words
  But you can
  Show the actions.
 
  You don't know this
  Level of lonely.
  I wrap myself up in a
  Thousand blankets
  But can still feel your cold.
  My heart is cracking once more.
  I've never had my heart crack
  This many times
  In one year…
 
  Usually by you.
  And after 30 minutes of
  Thinking of you,
  You figure I'd have more
  Of an opinion about you.
December 23, 2004
Suge
  Plunge it,
  My throat bleeds.
  Dripping angst from
  Suppressed screams.
  Pointy objects all
  Pointed at me.
 
  And me laughing,
  Maniacally.
  My pleasure in suicide.
  Where's an exit?
  Where's a kill?
  Plunge it,
  These wrists are good for nothing
  Except writing and
  Look where that's got me.
Wh-re
  Wh-re, yeah, you are.
  I've never cared much
  For your attitude.
  Sometimes I wonder if I
  Abhor you.
 
  Wh-re. You care not for
  Those around you.
  You are your only concern,
  Your only love.
 
  Wh-re. Couldn't wait to
  Rid yourself of all
  The family you ever had,
  Because we were “raised.”
 
  Wh-re. So eager to rid
  Yourself of the “mother”
  Moniker. You are a mother
  Forever.
 
  Wh-re. Even when you was
  My mom, it was like
  You were never my mom.
HATE
  As the days progress, you
  Begin to mean next to
  Nothing to me.
  I've known nothing
  Other than your hate.
  Maybe you should enjoy mine.
  How horrid that you
  F--- around though
  You deny it always.
  You anger me forever.
 
  And forever is
  A long time.
 
  But I have lived
  Longer knowing your hate.
F--- IT
  F--- you and all
  That you stand for.
  You are always telling
  My secrets to some sh!theads,
  F--- them.
  But more importantly,
  F--- you.
  You being that kind of way.
  You are one hell of a
  Person.
  So much, that I can say
  That I feel like I
  Grew up never having a
  Mother or father.
  Made me feel like a
  Lousy daughter
  Pretending to be a
  Lousy person.
KILL
  Have you ever taken a pen
  And stabbed it into your flesh?
  I won't lie,
  It don't feel good.
 
  But it feels better than
  Most things.
  Kill me.
  Where is someone with the courage?
UGLY
  Your hate is ugly.
  And you hate me.
  You can't say the words
  But you can
  Show the actions.
 
  You don't know this
  Level of lonely.
  I wrap myself up in a
  Thousand blankets
  But can still feel your cold.
  My heart is cracking once more.
  I've never had my heart crack
  This many times
  In one year…
 
  Usually by you.
  And after 30 minutes of
  Thinking of you,
  You figure I'd have more
  Of an opinion about you.
December 23, 2004
Suge
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One Sad Night Before Christmas
One Sad Night Before Christmas