Bloodsuckers
You're the salt in my wound,
The agony and the remedy,
Keeping me alive
But causing me grief.
Healing me but hurting me,
Burning the raw flesh
And soaking up my blood,
Like a malicious tick,
The drainer of my love.
The creator of the crater of self worth
That resonates in my heart.
You left an abyss,
And a creation of a new identity.
Something more sinister
And drenched with melancholy.
Refusing to let go
Filling with the poison you bleed.
Attached to your toxicity,
A self-loathing leech.
The lover of you.
The hater of me.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
