I wrote this poem when I was 17

Ecstasy

Our love wastes like the ammunition of a gun

My wounds never heal

The blood bursts from my veins in hopes of your love

The death of the passion has punctured my limbs

The battle field - in which we walk everyday is tiring

It is an eternity and you the ruler

The drugs that you supply are no longer enough to keep my pain away

The burning fire peeling away at my flesh gets tiring

I just want to sleep and dream not of you

You are not all I think about

I breathe for air and you breathe for control

Pills take over and no longer work

His silver bullets sliver into my skin

The smoke that you give off chokes my life 

Air can no longer get through

Rage just like a little boy who doesn't get his way

You've made me stronger and able to stand again

I hope you know that, and feel regret for loosing your prize

Your hands strangle my will to break free

Never ending

By Leslie Star