Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Being obsessed to someone, they call it a disease.
Nothing is worst than a diseased mind and heart.
It's of no use.
When I read 'bout the disorder in my book that day,
I knew what were they talking 'bout.
It's me, all obsessing over, with your existence.
You keep hurting me, keep treating me like a shit.
And I keep applying coma, one after the other sentence,
Trying to keep things back on their place.
When all I needed to do was to put a full stop and heal my self, my heart and brain from you.
I can't take toxic friendships anymore.
Sooner or later, I am going to end it all and I have no regrets on my decision 'coz I wanna chose me.
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I scream and no one hears it
PoetryI scream and no one hears it so I just mold my thoughts into words and pour everything down on pages. My only way to cry , scream , shout is through my words. This is a short collection of poems that I will keep posting here not because I am a pro...
