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