Do not make fun of my disorder.
It throws the world out of order.
Don't laugh at my anxiety.
It makes me feel a lot less mighty.
What you should do is pay attention to the game that the world plays and stick to your own ways before I give you a reason to stay away.
You are wretched at heart and you poison the mind. All you have ever done is waste my time and you ask me "what's wrong?"
What's wrong is that there is that out of all the people in the world, I met you.
There was a time when our relationship could never be broken, now I'm the one cutting the ropes.
Do me a favor and don't ask anymore.
Because things will never be the same as before.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PuisiThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
