In every form losing control,
To have no power of body and soul,
Not caring about whatever may come,
The unnatural feeling of being completely numb.
Refusing to process my anger and pain,
I shovel my feeling deep in inside of me,
Making me hate you and your games,
You slowly began to whittle away,
You left me feeling hurt and ashamed,
Forcing me to take all the blame,
Unable to handle the tension you bring,
From my left hand, I removed your ring.
YOU ARE READING
My Beautiful Demons
PoetryRandom poetry. There is no rhyme or sequence to this poetry... just how I felt at the moment I put the words to paper.
