I heard you've been having some trouble finding your place in the world, but friend understand right now. You kill my thoughts and my mind and my every movement that I will ever make. You are an overfed parasite and I feel you're getting quite fat. An unwelcome guest I like to say, a haunting nightmare is the way I can put it so simply that I feel the sway of you in my fucking mind as I scream and you occupy the pain that I keep in my brain. I'm tired of you scratching and making me bleed. My tongue is filled with the bitter taste of resentment and blood dripping from your fingernails down my throat into the acidic base that is my stomach. I do not like you inside me anymore. You're like a parasitic worm taking all of my strength and infecting my blood stream and crippling my veins even though they have already gotten clogged with the broken promises I've been given by other lost souls that I never trusted but fell in love with anyways. You're taking over me because I am your host. You're infecting me with your virus like characteristics and it's killing me so fast like the full souls that have left me in the past.
You are inside of me.
You are the master of my brain.
Hello self-conscious.
It's wonderful to see you again I suppose.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
De TodoI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
