For too long I’ve been running away from thoughts of being happy.
I wonder when I began to hate myself so much.
I deny myself the greater things in life that keep me in touch.
With those who surround me and lift me up to feel content.
Meanwhile all I crave is for a cold blade to get bent. ..
into the hearts of those I love.
I’m selfish until I feel selfless enough to give you my pain.
Eyes wander deep as thoughts questions the brain.
I’m not crazy. I’m not reckless. I’m not insane. I just refuse to let society tame the beast that feasts
on the innocence of those deemed lucky.
Wondering why now all of a sudden . . .the world wants to fuck me. .
then tuck me. .in the bed I made for the enemies of tomorrow.
While yesterday just. .wants to stay in my darkened hollow.