They start from nothing
A touch of a hand
A faint smile
Those thoughts trap you
in illusions
you have no right to be imagining
You’re stuck in a void
where the sound of their voice
is the only thing that makes sense
and the rhyme of their words
are the only comfort you’ll ever get.
You turn around
and look back at yourself
and question every intention
every thought
how and when and why
and up thinking about things
that could rip you apart.
I don’t know if it’s those thoughts
of self hate and disgust
Or the poison of hate you fed me every night
it’s the delusion you put in my head
a living happiness I am not living
A sadness so apparent
Hurt that won’t leave
A recession so painful
So familiar…..
Yet so **** comforting.
~ L.A.M
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
They start from nothing
A touch of a hand
A faint smile
Those thoughts trap you
in illusions
you have no right to be imagining
You’re stuck in a void
where the sound of their voice
is the only thing that makes sense
and the rhyme of their words
are the only comfort you’ll ever get.
You turn around
and look back at yourself
and question every intention
every thought
how and when and why
and up thinking about things
that could rip you apart.
I don’t know if it’s those thoughts
of self hate and disgust
Or the poison of hate you fed me every night
it’s the delusion you put in my head
a living happiness I am not living
A sadness so apparent
Hurt that won’t leave
A recession so painful
So familiar…..
Yet so **** comforting.
~ L.A.M
