Tainted

I put it on a platter, and spent days...days decorating it and garnishing and i didnt care that my fingers were swollen. I didnt care that it was cold and my joints were aching. I stayed and made for you what you wanted, even if it tore me and it tortured me and there was nothing but white shiny bones left of me. I gave you everything i had and left none for my own funeral. Why did you take that platter and smash it on the concrete harsh wall? an inch away from my shiny bones. and stepped on the platter crumbling the fragile porciline even more under your boots which hid your flesh which hid your protected bones.
A dark blue shadow is under my eyes still, although this one doesn't show. But it burns...When droplets of concrete tears scrape through my skin, i wish and long for a scraping knife along my cheeks instead.
I pinch myself...I am solid, I swear I am. But those soundwaves...sharpened like a diamond's cut make me cringe and feel like a gas. I am not solid, every comment passes me as light would pass smoke. touching and hurting every particle that i regret being created.
I gave you everything. you... you, who deserves not to breathe of even this tainted air that surrounds us. I wish upon you nothing more than what has befallen me from you.
I do not wish for my enemies best friend this torture that I have been through...no not torture...this death.
At night my eyes widen in fear that a particle of you remains near...still lingering with a sneer. Darkness they say...embodies nothing that light does not. NO i reply...NO darkness is the constant reminder that there is unknown out there...unknown that can enlighten us to the horror of reality. Let there be light...but let there be no dark, for i cringe at the thought of more hidden atrocities in this world equal to a quarter of what my life has been through.