I feel it.
That small seed of doubt.
I feel it.
That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear.
I feel it.
As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love.
I feel it.
As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me.
I feel it.
As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide.
Will you be my pesticide?
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
I feel it.
That small seed of doubt.
I feel it.
That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear.
I feel it.
As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love.
I feel it.
As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me.
I feel it.
As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide.
Will you be my pesticide?