The bitterness and hatred people have throw at me in the past has broken me. they say things like that make you stronger, but I don't believe it. I don't say it's made me stronger, it's made me an empire in my mind. An empire of being isolated and numb. When things get bad, I isolate and shut down. I long to not feel. It's the beginning of an end. I get myself caught in a toxic and endless cycle. Someday I hope to tear that empire the ground and build a new one from the blood i've shed.

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Hollow thoughts and memories
PoetryJust some poetry that probably doesn't make sense