Your words, bits by bits committed to memory
twirling and destroying, making me nauseous
turning the photos black, your anger slipping out
like muddy water from a foundation
Your silence makes me drown in a sea of blood
heat flashes inside my head, slowly breathing until I halt
goosebumps and hair standing on ends as you watch
with hawk eyes,
Your unappreciated touching makes me hold my breath
sliding your hand down my back, brushing between my legs
my muscles twitching but frozen in their tracks
now my mind has to leave, dreaming of something better
Man, I wish you disappear.
Your lack of care makes me wonder if there’s something inside
damaged frontal lobes? Was time cruel to you?
slow to understand? You’re like a thief and a tornado combine
I hate to be you.
Like drano going down my month
you make me lose my esophagus and stomach
living in misery with a feeding tube
craving my death even sooner.
You think it’s divine right to own my body
but in the end it’s God’s judgement that’ll bring you down.
These white pills act like band aids to the stopped heart you created.
Are you proud? You made my heart stop beating.
It’s a disability I have to live with.
Is this what you wanted?
Tell me, is this what you wanted?
Are you proud? You made my heart stop beating.
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Sad to say, but they probably are proud.
Your suffering, means they have won the war.
That’s probably true. People can be such psychopaths.