I come to the altar
To worship your name
But I'm the only one
Crowded rooms, but yet
Still so alone
I try to stay in my bag
But I just spent
Two hundred on something
I don't need
To fill the void
It's dark and empty
I try to feel something
But all I can do now
Is sulk
And feel resentful
I want to protect her
But she won't let me
Say I'm being honest
Girl, I'll tell you the truth
But in reality I'm toxic
AF
Honesty can look
Like manipulation
Fuck around, and find out
Is what I say
But at the end of the day
Pain is the precursor
To pleasure
Fuck the sex, the drugs
The lifestyle
Doing all this and that
In the end,
I'm not all this and that
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A Journey Through My Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of short poems I wrote. Please be aware that some contain sexual content, and as well as descriptions of depression that might trigger some people .
