Pitter patter of your heart,
Matching to the sounds of drums.
Sitting here oh so lonely,
Being held by invisible arms.
The arms of depression, anorexia, anger,
The arms of cutting, thinking, and my errors.
I hate to think but it is all that I can do,
Loving my hatred is what makes me a fool.
They call me a ****, devil, queer,
They call me an idiot, *****, and weird.
If only their uneducated minds knew,
What others purposely ignore.
I am on the edge,
It hurts so.
I'm lonely and scared,
Depressed and angry.
People abusing me in all three ways,
How could you blame me?
I even abuse myself,
To the breaking point.
Hoping to be stronger,
But I end up weaker in the end.
My loyalty is what makes me,
My ignorance is what breaks me.
My self education is only my imagination,
Cause all I can do is think and think and think.
I act self centered, clingy, and spoiled,
Only cause I need love, but at the same time need to be alone.
I'm walking alone,
Alone is the key,
Being alone,
Is causing my insanity.
©LogenMichel copyright 2014