![]() untitledA Poem by TwistedCycles
I can feel every finger tip on my face palms the size of my cheeks mental bruises cover my body 1 shot to the ego 1 shot to the brain 1 knife in the heart obsess obsess obsess I can't stop... I can't stop... let it go Clarissa....I can't stop be rational and talk Clarissa... I can't stop this isn't your character Clarissa you know better.... I CANT STOP DON'T YOU THINK IF I COULD STOP I WOULD? YOU IGNORANT F*****G B***H...DON'T YOU SEE IT'S HURTING ME...I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS PERSON IM NOT THIS PERSON BUT I CAN'T F*****G STOP...IF I COULD STOP THE CONSTANT REPEATING REPEATING REPEATING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD I WOULD...I WOULD DROWN THEM IN THE DEEPEST PARTS OF THE OCEAN....I WOULD BURY THEM IN THE CENTER OF THE EARTHS CORE...I WOULD THROW THEM SO FAR OUT OF ORBIT NO TELESCOPE COULD REACH THEM...THEY ARE KILLING ME...I AM KILLING ME...SHE ...HER....MAKE IT STOP PLEASE...HER...ME....ANYBODY... .SOMEBODY...SOMETHING....THATS ALLL I'M ASKING... I can't stop © 2014 TwistedCycles |
StatsAuthor![]() TwistedCyclesSeattle, WAAboutI just write whatever comes to mind at the time. My goal isn't to perfect anything it's simply to get it off my mind and down somewhere I can reflect. more.. |