Poison.
Venom.
People.
Places.
You.
You're toxic.
You're toxic & you've not realised.
You use.
You abuse.
You manipulate.
Gods you even seek attention.
You ignored us.
We wanted to help.
We tried to help.
You didn't fucking bother.
Riddle me this.
What will you gain,
From giving pain.
What will you gain.
From blaming your pain unto us.
3 of swords.
You're scared. Hell you're fuckin terrified of yourself.
Work on yourself.
Your act is futile.
We can see right through.
Like a looking glass.
Even the clearest of waters.
You're toxic.
You use.
You abuse.
You manipulate.
YOU ARE READING
...The Rest is History
Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
