With no-one to hold him down
He felt the attractive lust once more
Lust like never before
Turning at every lady which passed
Assessing and thinking
What would it feel like
With no one to turn to
To call his own
He was once more
A useless whore
He stays awake feeling sad and empty
His dreams are filled with love
He has people who cares about him
But in reality he's all alone
He's unloved and uncared for
It's just a hopeless dream
A silly wish to be loved
He probably doesn't deserve Love
He dreams of being loved
He dreams of being happy
And he hates the dreams
The dreams feel like nightmares
They plague his every thought
Why would I dream of such
Such happiness and love
They don't exist
They are all illusions
He's got that itch
That very itch you feel
An itch he hasn't felt in a while
The itch to feel different women
The itch to use them
An itch without end
For only a while
Can it be satisfied
A terrible itch
A worthless piece of fuck
A hollow useless bastard
That"s what He was
He was of no good
And he deserves nothing
Not even worth the effort
Demons paid him no heed
For he was just
A waste of time
He'd been given a choice
Rise above the pain
Or suffer endlessly
Not the choices he wanted
He wanted to end it all
To stop hurting
To stop feeling
It'll be alot easier
It'll be for the best
Just had to cut the right spot
That little perfect vein
Watch the pain flow
Just as the life flows away
Death is the only choice
Seriously you don't know when to quit
You've been tossed out
Uncared for, unloved, cursed, discarded
And you still care about them
Really, how stupid can you be
Why don't you see who they are
Why are you attracted to pain
You know it'll always end in pain
You're just too fat and stupid to see it
You'll never be important
You're just tool to be used briefly
Your existence is worthless
You'll never be more than a broken toy
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HAunTed MiNd
PoetryDear reader Alot of us go through pain go through moments we can't seem to understand or know how to share with anyone, half the time we think we're alone. We maybe alone but a lot of people share and know the pain we go through. My write up...
