you created something within me,
that i can't seem to get a hold of
and every time i try to get rid of it,
it only grows
and it only loathes.
self hate and misery was my cup of tea,
until you came along
and dismissed every bad thought
that roamed through my head,
and every good thought that created
a beating heart
and you created an emptiness
that i seemed to grow fond of
and soon i became numb
and you became powerful.
YOU ARE READING
2 am
Roman pour Adolescentsi sat on my desk until 2 am turning words into art and the blood from my mouth turned into ink.
