She is self-destruction
Fragile like a bomb
Screaming fire with tears streaming down her face
She rolls around in pins and needles
Cuts and bruises cover her body
She can't get them to reach her heart so she smokes
Filling her lungs with poison and gas
Shortening her days on earth
She fills her mind with lies
They play in her head all day
Dancing around, putting on a show
Mocking her day and night
She is self-destruction
Fragile like a bomb
She is destruction
She is the bomb
Pushing everyone away
Turning on a road all alone
She spits foul things
Trying to convince herself and others she is a miscreant.
"She's deviated, she's different" she wants us all to think
"They'll all leave, they'll all leave" she repeatedly thinks
She's sad and fractured
She just seeks love and patience
Until she finds it,
She's self-destruction
She's self-destructing
Fragile like a bomb
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
