A Confession of DisgustA Poem by Andreaeww. this feeling makes me sick.
I feel disgusted.
I feel putrid. This moment in time, so nightmarish. I feel scared and loathing and I crawl in a corner wanting this all to go away. It is as embarrassing as tripping down the stairs not getting injured one bit, but you still start to cry. It is as painful as throwing up for hours on end the birthday cake you once smiled upon. It is like witnessing death a few hundred times, but never getting used to the site of blood. It's like a fly in your room. Buzzing buzzing, so annoying, but not close enough for the flyswatter to reach. I feel myself missing you. I feel myself cry. I feel myself forgiving you now. There were the good times but more so the bad. I hate myself. I feel nasty. I feel vile. I feel myself falling in love with you. © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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