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Be scared
I'm broken
Bleeding oil
No longer useful
For your purposes
So bury me now
Be afraid
The end is coming
And it won't stop
Until everyone's in the dark
My eyes flip to the back of my head
I'm possessed by my closet demons
I thought that I would be scared but I'm more welcoming than I should
I'm not scared for a second as a splitting headache occurs
I've been thinking of danger for weeks
Months have gone by and I think of my damage
My eyes flip to the back of my head as if I'm rolling my eyes like a bitchy teen
I always say be appreciate what you got but no one listens to a can of tin like me
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I'm a broken piece of metal and you still don't want me
You played with me once and then left me in reconcile
I saved every penny for your every need
And you pay me back by using my body for sex
Isn't it painful for you to take advantage of someone
Or do you not care as you tend to say
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Longer nights and longer waiting periods
You're so impatient for me to be at home
Like you can't live a second without me
I can't believe I let you use me in those cruel ways
Am I an error for trusting you
An error when you held a knife behind your back
An error when you stabbed me in the back and in the heart
An error when I said fuck you and you wouldn't let go
I lost everything to the wolf that lives inside of your beating heart
Was I supposed to trust you when you drove me home
I moved on from the man who had lied to me
Wanting my body for your own ways sounds scarier than when I would lose myself
An error to lose myself in the moment
An error to fight the truth and try finding the lie
A master manipulator took advantage of a kid who had no stability
An error to believe every twisted story about how the wolf never harmed the pigs
But the big bad wolf had killed them all and turned into stew
Because all that you needed was something for you
Can you just leave me be
Because I don't have the time
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purpose
PoetryI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...