My parasites are my toxic friends
They always manage to use my own words, memories and flaws against me
They replay the scene over and over again when they catch me doing something that triggers the same energy behind my actions
They always hide in my subconscious mind and disguise themselves in the overwhelming vocal loops of
'I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself'
Until God finally remembers my name
They always dwell in my reasons for all voids
Convincing me that this is their body
To take intoxins and inject myself with unnecessary weariness and 'self-worship' type of sabotage
My parasites wait for me to start laughing
They want to take my mind back to a state of childhood trauma, introverted loneliness
To finally control my tongue again
'I....hate...myself....i...ha...hate...him....no...no...i..do...stop it'
I don't
They try to convince me
Inject poisonous words into my heart as concrete to harden it
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The Art of learning to be human
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about just being, experiencing every human emotion. Learning how to forgive yourself and how to be brave. How to love again and being kind to yourself after certain realizations and heartbreak. With every lesson learned...
