A poem of pain

It was an inferno,
It was an entrapment,
It was a war,
And it was me losing it.

It was the blood,
It was the pain,
It was the judgement,
And the hypocrites' smile

It was a love, unrequited,
It was a burden that grew,
It was the knowledge of your thoughts,
And the cruel fact that I care for you.

It was the night, unkind,
It was the day so crude,
It was the laughs and mockery,
And a prayer unanswered.

It was the agony I bore,
It was the hole that you left,
It was the was the burns I received,
And my foolish hope for a saviour.

It was my life to heavy,
It was my voice to soft,
It was the knife in my hand,
And my blood on the floor.