Curling fingers,
And bloodshot eyes,
I struggle to reconcile the truth with his lies.
In the hours when rest is taken from me,
I think only of madness and death.
Bullet holes in the backs of my enemies,
Violence born of my insecurities.
The jealousy,
Snakes writhing beneath my skin,
I treat it as a pet.
"Good girl."
There is no escape,
When you are a prisoner and a guard all at once.
And when the sun refuses to rise,
You mourn the loss of another day,
That you will spend,
Trying to make up for what you've lost in the hours when the rest of the world slows down.
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I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry
RandomWhether it's from sadness or joy, I do hope you shed a tear.
