POETRY

MY OWN INSANITY

MY OWN INSANITY

His laugh sounded

Like chaos and destruction

Bringing me closer in hopes

Of repairing what was broken

In a disaster.

But what I did not see

Was that I only brought him a new toy

Not just to destroy,

But to make her bleed,

Like all the parts of him, he couldn't set free.

I tried to fix what was shattered

Only to get bruises, scars and burns

With giving me nothing in return.

And just like that wasn't enough

He made me question my own damn mind,

Making me lose what was left of

My sanity.

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