I'm emotional...
It can be such a blessing
Easily can relate to people making it easy to understand them, less judgement
Yet at times...
It's a curse
I fall into deep depressions that risk my very life, my love is something of an obsession, my rage is pure wild hatred that leads to blood lust...
It makes me terrified of my own being
I walk on a thin line
There was such a time I felt nothing
At all
I was numb and dull
Now not only do I have wild unpredictable emotions... I also have a part of me that can't feel anything
It hurts when your love ones think you don't care about them when deep down you do.... Yet can't do anything about it
I walk on a thin line
I hang by a thread
And I fear when it'll snap
Again
YOU ARE READING
Consume Me
KurzgeschichtenJust a bunch of random Poems, Short stories, and writings I came up with. Warning- a lot of dark and sad topics
