Anyone on here ever suffer from erotomania?
Made a poem about how much it sucks to be that delusional.
Singing songs for you like no one’s listening
Finding comfort in this shell of a body
Humming like a bird
Until I realized you don’t love me
In my head you did for awhile
Then the curtain of reality fell
It broke bones and crushed my soul
Leaving nothing but tears and blood
It would never be your blood, my dear
Just a few slices to check my pulse
No one notices anyway
Just how much I want to die.