I look at you, just sat there
you're shiny and sharp, waiting to be used
but in my brain, your purpose isn't generic
it's something more disturbing
and I hate myself for it
I stare at you, and you stare back
you're able to kill me, yet you could save me
and as much as I try to stop myself, i know I cant
so I pick you up, and hold you up
and I hate myself for this
For what I'm about to do
I hate myself
and I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
emotions ~ poem collection
Poésiesometimes I feel sad, so I thought, cos why not, put them into poems. So enjoy, I guess. And yes, that is me on the cover. Ta da.
