Dear X, Poem by Skylark Woodrow

You are wrong.
This that you see isn't me.
I am a shadow of what I once was,
A mere wisp,
A flickering flame about to go out.
Something's got a hold of me,
Some poison is trying to kill me.
But instead of offering me a remedy,
Or even simply walking away,
You try to finish the job;
Pushing me under when I am already drowning.
Why?
What's wrong with you?
Do you get some sort of thrill,
A "warm tingly feeling" when you do this to others?
What made you this way?
What blinded you, turned your heart to stone, and filled you with such darkness?
Can't you see the problem isn't me....
It's you.
Because although I am drowning,
You are already dead.

(2015.12.23)