"Guilt": A Poem Book

Run

I want to runaway from this place. A place where the hopeless go.

The fire in me has turned black but flicker into gray here and there.

I'm losing sides and I can't seem to get a grip on my humanity.

Too much sorrow fill my insides up. I can't breathe. I can't. I wish for a plumber to clean me out.

The mucus in my lungs that travels alongside my red cells are taking up the space as well. The mutual core is splitting in half.

My heart is giving out. My vision is blurry I CAN'T SEE

I can't see the murderers heading my way with their twisted words that enter my white cells. That enter my heart.

I'm dying.

That strings that help me stand up and keep going are tangled up, ripped, painted black and blue with a hint of gray and green.

Oh how I miss the eyes of the time lord.

The party that I enter is not a party at all it's a trap for people like me. That are attracted to the straight hair strand that have a history of people that torment the weak and the naive.

I didn't want to be apart of that history and become the victim of it.

I prayed for a good time in my life. And I was given a illusion of one.

I'm a monster. Please don't look at me.

I became a monster.

I can't tell if I'm a monster or not.

I can't tell if I'm the victim or not.

Why do I ache for numbness?
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I would never be able to look into the eyes of my ex lover. Ever.