Sometimes he fills my mind.
Sometimes he’s not there
Is he worth thinking about?
I don’t’ know.
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Sex was what he wanted
Words was what he was
I was the fool who loved him
Nothing is what he left me with
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When love goes bad
It leaves a bitter acid in your mouth
That begins to eat away at your insides
Hollowing you out
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People find me strange and aloof
Unapproachable and stuck up
Well some of them do anyway.
Truth is I’m brilliant at covering up
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I sit and stare
I don’t want to get up
I eat a lot
I eat nothing
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I am put on hold
I am made to wait, wait, and wait
I have become something
I fear to look upon
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Words
Hard, cold and cruel
Hurled by Carelessness
Child of yesterday’s anger
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Pursued
By a formless darkness
Watched
By its all seeing eye
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I write tears
I write pain
My heart is wounded
And bleeds
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