Poems n' Stuff

All I can do

What the fuck is she doing here? this monster that comes back every few months to silently kill me over and over again.

I lock up what I hold dear so that she might not lay her grasping hands on them, so that she wont take any more of me away.

I scream at her to leave as the flashing lights grow closer, she sits down and smiles in silence. She thrives on the hate that I harbor for her, she feeds off it as I slip back into my old self.

She steals my everything and leaves my head to rot as I helplessly watch it turn black and moldy. I cant seem to shake her, she's here, at my dinner table, eating my food and talking with my family as though she's one of them.

She Knows I cant be rational around her, and she capitalizes on it, sitting under her victim's story, a self narration of what it means to be hollow.

I fucking hate her, she is indifferent to me, this is torture.

and yet, for all the shit she's put me through, there will be no punishment.

Because there is no way to touch her, there Is no way to scream at her, all I can do is hate her.