was it you?
that had me laying in that bloody bathtub, all those years ago?was it you? that had me pack a suitcase full of razor blades that i snuck onto the plane to California, was that you?
was it you that dug me out like this, was it you that made me turbulent, was it you that made me into the carcass i am today.
is it you that makes me try to suffocate myself to sleep every night?
is it you that makes my eyes go red in the mornings?
is you you? are you all the things i hate?
is it you? are your responsible for all the pain i feel.
is it you? if it is, don't think i wont hesitate to
wrap my hands around your throat.i will undo all you've done, all you've made me
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-