Spiritual eunoia.

A strange feeling that turned my tornados into many more thus for thoughts;                                                                                                                                                         The shivers in my body were scared of me, I was to good to you for a certain start.                                                                                                                                       new scars turned into new stars bad things weren't who they say they are;                                                                                                                                                          it hurt only when it mattered; shattered,because it was you .                                                                                                                                                                          When noticing  that our devils were the same and we are in the same hell different levels same game you winning and me losing                                                                    it felt like the end of Uninfluenced pain and the only thing that could change this feeling was you and it felt like me                                                                                           I was jealous of you because of the way you loved me and held me because I couldn’t hold you the same you didn’t hold me the same my tears held me so close and tight that it wrapped around was waist and held me tight when at night I cried who was I to you who were you to me we where in a battle together and we just couldn’t win I couldn’t win and the feeling within were so tough that every time you needed me I would bend you and me. We never pretend