
You think I know….
I only feel
I try to heal, but life doesn’t give me choices
I hurt to heal
Yes I heal to get hurt again, i don’t want to go on again…
Lust becomes pain again
The tears begin to leave me again, then again, I can never win, I tried to be frantic and sane
But this is vane, no sleep, I’m insane….
I did it….
Fuck it, I did it
I killed him
I murdered him
I threw the absence away and let the mind wander astray
In the void of my expense, I succeed….
Oh the prices I had to pay...
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
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“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
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