Hope In The Dark

I leave splinters,
stuck into their skin,
looking angry,
swollen,
and hated,
they protrude,
 into the light,
where their pain doesn't belong,
where their words shouldn't exist,
where they should only be blades of wood,
but still look,
in all their ugliness,
like those people,
the bullies,
with rotten souls,
and blistering words.
Those words,
I've faced for so long,
without telling them,
with keeping it close,
locked away,
in the iron lock,
of my heart,
until it broke out,
corroded my heart,
attacked my mind,
and left me blubbering in defeat,
for so long,
in that loneliness,
of broken thoughts,
I waited,
I cried,
I begged,
I pleaded,
and I fell.
Not from glory,
I was never there,
but from hope,
I coiled,
nameless,
aimless,
shamed,
and lost,
I hid away for so long,
until in the barrens of my mind,
a whispering started,
small,
then louder,
and louder,
and louder,
until all I could her was his voice,
telling me of the weakness,
that comes with prolonged strength,
and the pain I must endure,
to stand again,
to be strong again.
He is my hope,
in the dark,
the light,
to my misery,
but he still does not see,
and does not give me a hand to hand,
only his voice,
but I niggle away at myself,
I am weakness,
impurity,
plague,
I only hurt those around me even him,
perhaps,
with this blade I hold so dear,
I should make one last slice,
and say goodbye to all the pain.