Sarcastic Pain

I thought I was going to die, I felt my heart skip a beat.

My breathing slowed ragged. 

I thought I was going to die. 

Anger fought to overcome the pain that struck like a knife.

Tears verged on the edges of my eyes.

I would never give him the pleasure of seeing me cry. 

I felt like I could die. 

Right there, where I sat 

Pencil moving on a sheet of faded paper. 

My life, my dreams, my wishes fell as hard as a stone. 

Is it natural? 

To feel such a loss? 

Was it intentional? 

For him to cause me so much pain? 

I wanted to die. 

Right there where I sat, tears falling down my cheeks. 

The world seemed so silent in my indecision. 

As though someone waited for me. 

Fate loomed over my sad shoulder,

As Death walked towards my door.

I wanted revenge. 

To let him feel worse than those hated words. 

Spoken inside my mind, haunting my soul. 

Causing a thousand doubts. 

Death kept walking past, I wanted revenge. 

Anger destroyed the pain, and my tears were lost.

I wanted revenge, and death at his door.