How much for him to scream out for me. When will i drive him insane.
Because he damn right drives me insane and sane and everything around.
Each time he looks right through me is like i get stabbed with heroine and i feel amazed by the poison he gives
And each time he doesn't each time he looks and speaks to someone else
Each time my tiny soul is left aside he drives me insane. I go crazy. I need his attention i need his fucking love. It hurts and i love it.
What the fuck has he done to me
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Poetryhere's something that went through my mind a day a week a month a year ago. A never ending cycle of sadness, pain, lust and emotions but i'm still somehow sane.
