Becoming the person I hate,
never thought this would happen when I would date.
Absorbing my life into this hole,
realizing it's starting to take a toll,
on the dreams I want.
These emotions begin to haunt,
my living, breathing, hating.
Knowing and wanting to be calm,
but this constant bomb,
is waiting to go off at any moment.
Hating myself and hating the constant bruises,
from the nothingness of continuing abuses,
of my talent and love.
This constant push and shove,
is starting to make me a slave,
to digging my own grave.
Clawing out of the ground,
while the dirt makes me feel drowned.
The worms falling into my mouth,
as the bugs and loose ground fall south,
into my mind, stomach and soul.
You took my time and stole,
everything I've ever wanted or needed,
as I've sat there and pleaded.
Wishing and hoping that things will change.
This disease I bear is my mange,
My heart was only hoping,
you were going to help me with this coping.
Eyes bleeding red and pouring bloody tears,