My Sin

Hi, im 14 and I LOVE to write poetry, I usually use it to control my feelings. The stronger the feelings, the better the poem turns out. I wrote this about my dad one day after an argument.


Battered and bruised, bleeding and dead, im withering in the ground, thoughts burning in my head.
Your not the one I thought you were, the one that you could have been, you make me do evil things, my god, YOU are my sin.
You make me crazy and dangerous to all especially myself, and when im on the battlefield with you it ruins my health.
Sycologically, physical, you bring me pain, things I can't describe sizzling my veins.
Drowning in words, but I will reach the top, you not even you, can make me stop!
You can't stop this pencil, these words there engraved, not just in this tablet but in my memories of pain.
You make me feel ugly and feel all alone, no one to shelter me in my own and only home.
No comfort to wipe away the river of tears, if I drown I'll be happier than I feel right here.
My sin, you are my only sin, the spawn of my actions, linking the end......