This is one I started writing back in 2000 and finally finished earlier this year. It's been a long time writing, and this is really me looking back from solid ground at the place I used to be.
There is a darkness so empty
That light cannot reach its core.
That's where I stand,
Alone and unwanted,
Unfit to be touched by your hand.
There is a hatred so vicious
That nothing surivives in its grip.
Clenching its fist,
As it crushes my soul,
In disgust that I dare to exist.
There is a pain so consuming
That nothing but pain brings relief.
The cut of the blade,
And the flow of the blood,
Bring the solace from which peace is made.