I wish I knew
What you
Think about when I
Text you my
Insecurities.

Do you see the little lies,
Ambiguity,
The clouded truth?

In reality
I haven't been able to sleep because
Of sickening words and harsh tones--
All repeated memories,
A slideshow in my mind.
Every cruel tone ever heard
Intermixing with the ones told to me--
Including your words--
Forming a perception of myself
That the devil may shutter at.

Almost addicted to the aches of sadness
Always empty,
Never full:
I am troubled by my own mind.