The Rotten

Stinking, oozing, blistered,
and bruised are my
feelings and opinions.

You have all of me though
you are too blinded by your
selfishness to see me.

I am rotted away
like a bruised and gutted
pumpkin, my grin slouches
and my light burnt out before
you can use it.

You invited evil spirit's
by blowing out my candle;
No use am I without my light.

I am the rotted and used.

No more fun,
No more smiles to enlighten
your darkness do I portray.

My feelings have gone rotten,
you neglected me until
I turned black,
my body lies at your feet
like a welcome mat.

The flies have come to eat
my heart, though it's lacking in
nutritional value for you over
prossesed my love for you.

You gutted my heart
causing an emptiness to grow,
all while your laugh grew like
an open sore.

You bit me hard,
I broke my back for you.

I left my life behind
when I chose to share
my life with you.

I am trying to regain
what you stole from me
year's ago. Slowly it's becoming
what it was before.

Time is rotten, decay, and wasted
upon the memory of pain.

This love will be the death
of me or a new beginning,
I don't know yet.

We'll see.