Self destruction,
You lead me to it.
So I'll over think,
When I know it gives me panic attacks.
I'll cross the street,
Without looking both ways.
I'll shower,
With the water a little too hot.
I'll walk with too much on in scorching heat and not wear enough when it's freezing.
I'll suffer,
Because this is what you've done to me.
I'm basically a living dead thing.
—l.e
YOU ARE READING
Kissing Suicide
Poetry❝it pulls me in and tells me of the pain I won't need to endure. the pain of loving you and the never ending war.❞ All Rights Reserved 2017 © L.E
