Toxic

I am

Exhausted.

Sleepy to my

Very core.

Worn out.

Hollow.

Point or pointless?

Friends:

Pros and cons?

Love, comfort, joy.

Worry, pain, lies.

Escape is easy,

Easy is the descent.

Madness, insanity.

I hear voices, I see people.

The hand that burns.

The lips that steal my breath away.

The gaze that locks me in place.

Justice

Is served. Maybe it

May be

Mine.

Never. Never mine.

Keep it away, far away.

Pain begets pain.

Love is not for me. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

yeinnilove

I loved your poem , it described a lot of what I feel sometimes . This was amazing !

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