Why Repay you

Why repay you,

You of all

People, why you?

What you taught

The innocent me,

Has turned my life to disaster,

Dark endless voids are my life now,

What I value is thrown down into darkness,

Due to knowledge you gave me, monster, they call me,

A witch, a tyrant, a liar, a beast, a failure, a nobody.

Yet you think I pay you back, for a secret,

That killed families, friends, people

Who knew nothing of me? You

Made me this mess, this

Monster that has

Engulfed,

Every

Thing

Into

A

Pit?

I fear you don’t know

The real me, the

Person hiding

Inside, waiting, for a hope,

A light at the end of the tunnel,

For something to fill the void, the void,

That you made, to swallow up my world.

I roam the deathly depressed blackness of my

Own mind, I pass happy memories, sad, I pass the

Fear of turning on my life, believing this ‘Doctor’ this

‘Miracle worker’ this lie that didn’t exist, I fell for your lies,

Your tricks, your lack of compassion, empathy or sympathy, you

Yourself told it wouldn’t change me, ‘for science’ your raspy voice had

Sung into my ears, as a needle full of genes was pumped into my own

System, you told me to relax, everything would be fine, but lies had

Been Schemed, so your experiments could continue. So you could buy

All the time that you had, to get out of dodge, so you could plan,

Plan to destroy all I had. Plan to ruin what I fought for, what I

Worked so hard to earn, people had respected me, the real

Me, the real being hiding inside. You made my people

Look like heartless things, things who cared not for

The lives of the innocent, for the kind, weak, or

Young. Lies are my life now, I run from people,

So I do not hurt people, yet something keeps

Searching, searching for the person within,

The reality that used to be me. The life I

Lived, the friends I made, family, and

Company I kept. I did my best to stay

Upbeat, even at rest, but just like the

All before me, and all after I die,

We told a lie, and that lie sent

Us to our doom, our fate, our

Destiny, our own demise

Of trusting those who

Lie. Those people I

Hope, do learn to

Forgive my cry

My cry of ,

My cry of…

Of wanting to die.