Pathetic vision

snivelling boy my new toy

happily got bound

Why?
One simple question
That can never be answered
Why?
All I want
All I've *ever wanted
Was an explanation
Why don't you love me?
Why do you treat me this way?
Why?
Am I even capable of love?
I must not be
This is the only explanation I can come up with as to why
You scream at me
Why
When you see my tears
You laugh
Why?
Why can't I be loved?
Should I just give up?
Why
Why
**...Why...

Anxiety has a tendency to creep up on you-
It sneaks into memories you thought were worth smiling for
and darkens the scene.
With a crooked smile it pours hatred down your nervous system,
and it sets you off.
The worthlessness you suddenly feel is only self induced-
But you cannot stop the poison from spreading
onto overwhelmed hands frightened and shaking
with your arms desperately painted with blood
breathing in each breath like you're suffocating...

Your body tries to evacuate the venom
through spilling eyes.
As you sit
crumpled onto the floor
feeling like a mess of a creation,
Anxiety quietly stares at you.
It's crooked smile twisted wide across its face
succeeding at eating you alive-
triumphant and satisfied at its work.

love competition
intimacy blasphemy
oxymoronic