I know it won't work
So I try anything to distract myself from you
But the moment you leave me be I have the
Urge to suffocate myself until I turn all blue
I can't write well but I'm doing it so I'm not
Alone which is how I feel any second I'm doing
Anything but talking to you. This won't work
But I need to do anything to keep myself from Turning into a leech that sucks you dry and
Makes you bleed.
I'm not them. But I want to be.
YOU ARE READING
I don't know what this is
PoetryI really don't. My attempt at spilling my guts but not letting anyone know what I'm talking about. Code names used, these aren't real names.
