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Jes Crooks May 2018
The way you speak
Your unforgivable charm
It should of made sense
Sound the alarm

A smile on your face
Hate in your heart
The demons within
That you could not part

A hand full of wisdom
Of jealousy and greed
A mind full of darkness
Wanting to feed

A kiss of a rose
Hands like a knife
Eyes like the devil
A walk with strife

The tension it builds
For me not for you
I cry and I whimper
But you can see through  

Psychopathic I say
To which you deny
You live in your secrets
Your life is a lie
Living with a psychopath for a year
May 2018 · 186
Mentally morphed
Jes Crooks May 2018
I will creep up beside you , at night or at day
I will eat up your hope and influence what you say
I will enter your head and fill it with sorrow
And if you try to run I’ll be back tommrow
I will make you cry be angry and hate
I will give you anxiety and you’ll always be late
I will eat you up from inside to out
and take over your soul and make you shout
Your family’s and friends will no longer see
The person you are is now all of me
I will teach you the ways of injustice and crime
And your life will soon end it’s a mater of time
I’ll keep all your secrets and troubles at bay
You can try to get rid of me but I’ll find my way
No money in the world could hide you from me
no doctor no parent you’ll never be free
And one day your tiered of torment and pain,
look for a way out I’ll drive you insane
You’ll look for a razor a rope or a tie ,
you’ll write a sad letter to say your goodbyes
Your family and friends the people you know
They hang down thier heads
They can’t let go
The girl you were is no longer thier
The heart break and hurt
They look down and stare
And now I move on to the next brain I see
It could happen to you it could happen to me
you’ll never know when I will arrive
I could struck at those who thrive
I could take your daughter or wife
I could take your boss and his life
I don’t pick and choose who I take
I don’t try to cover or fake
I am mental health I’m cold and I’m mean
I’m never to eager but always so keen
I am mentally ill and have been since a child , but it did not choose me on purpose , it chooses at random

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