Puzzle pieced together (Mature content)

The strength in me died that night.
I can’t get it out of my head how he is better than me.
Why am I so inferior, but made out to be better?
Does that even make sense? Is it even possible.
He tilts his head back and screams out a frustrated roar taking the dagger pressing the side of it on his chest and pulling at it.
Letting the length of the blade cut through my skin releasing the blood.
I can’t stand this.
I need to be better.
I need to rip off my jaw, tear off my shoulders, and make myself stronger.
I can’t fix these things with anything of this world.
So I’ll fix it with my knife.
Cut it out and make myself perfect for you.
Just rip me apart and piece me together like your favorite puzzle.
I live for you and die for you, so please… kill me softly and arrange me the way you want.

• On Saturday, December 20, 2008, technicolour-girl (43) wrote:
  
  nice work
  
  
• A former member wrote: I think that this is the best out of all of your poerty I've read so far
  
  
• On Friday, April 21, 2006, Hello Dead Kitty (48) wrote:
  
  you are already pieced well enough together...remember that
  
  
• On Monday, March 13, 2006, PoeticHellion (210) wrote:
  
  Extremely well written. I could feel the pain over here.
  
  
• On Monday, February 27, 2006, snowdrop (2148) wrote:
  
  I can smell, taste the torment.. ravenous, lustful, creatively spun, yet so very pained.. I have not only felt these words, but felt love killing me slowly.. well executed.
  
  
• A former member wrote: it's good...
  
  
• On Tuesday, May 3, 2005, Elise (234) wrote:
  
  Ouch, so painful. Great write *holds self together*
  
  
• A former member wrote: "rip me apart and piece me together like your favorite puzzle...arrange me the way you want"-I love this!!!
  
  
• A former member wrote: Beauty speaks through work, i can now see that cleary thanx to you.
  
  
• On Thursday, March 24, 2005, The Crimson Queen (1056) wrote:
  
  oh ouch...this cuts me very deep, but i love it at the same time..