F**k You

A Poem by belle

All I can hear is the ticking of my watch. I’m tired. Tired because life is draining. It sucks me dry like a greedy 100 watt light bulb. All my energy is put into making you happy, blissful, joyous. Anything but those un-greeting card like emotions. Sometimes I want to put a gun to my head because you don’t understand, but shouldn’t it be the other way around? No, what would want to interrupt the constant flow of energy from me to you. Certainly not your insatiable appetite for my incessant humiliation and misery. The dimmer I get the brighter you become and part of me wishes my filament would break. I’m sick of being a virus’ host. Get your own body and self-destruct. Just don’t involve me anymore. I’m going to sleep.