I'm hurt.
Not by you but by me
You fly majestic like a bird but sting like an angry bee
Over over and over again
You slice and slice my
poor ugly vein
It's been tortured and cut
Isn't it beautiful to see my blood poor into your cup
Your cup it bleeds me dry
Not of money, but of feeling
The numbness spreads
It's in my thoughts
In my brain
The pain
It just doesn't go away
All I can say
Is I'm sorry
And I still love you
To my obsession and lover,
Depression
An old little thing I wrote a long while ago
YOU ARE READING
Messages of the mind
PoetryThe point i'm makin is the mind is a powerful place, and what you feed it can effect you in a powerful way ~ NF
