Mind's Collection

Twisted

Alone.

That's what you'll become when your words are twisted.
Like the roots of a tree, they are in search for something to sustain you.
Alcohol, is not the answer to very little thing that goes wrong.

The blame game won't work.
The bullying isn't going to make people choose your side in this war.
Your bullshit isn't going to make me have sympathy for you.

Because.
You.
Are.
Twisted.

You think, I am turning my back against you but you're pushing me away.
You somehow manage to put a heavy burden on me.

I can't shake it off.

I stand in a room of darkness deprived of my senses, when it comes to you.
Thinking, 'When will I see the light?"
Because I feel like I'm stuck in your twisted world.

I say to myself, "Don't let effect me."
But I still feel something deep down inside, twist and turn.
My body shakes with anger within seconds that I see you.
Only unmentionable thoughts invade my mind.

"Forgive me for these thoughts..."
"Make them go away."
"Make all of this stop, I'm begging."

Truthfully, these mumbles, these mutters are all in vain.
And I feel sick that such thoughts of you come and stay.
Stay in the deepest corner of my mind.
Pushing them away makes it harder for me to see a better side of you.

You think I was looking at you some type of way?
I know for a fact I didn't move a muscle in my face as you blasted words from your lips.
I have realised maybe it's better that I am pushed away.

I don't have to deal with you anymore.
I am to far for your reach.

Truly, you are alone.

Slowly but truly,

You.
Are...
Twisted.