Misconstrued are my Mental health needs Not Intensionally Mean Nor even Malicious deeds.
Never really put together and left unscrewed; With broken seems and bubbly brew
I can't help but to be unsteady. Must I always stay guarded, prepared and ready? It's like a battle with man after man... Enemies I'm beheading.
Sounds of piercing pain, ****! Their flesh shreds threw sharpened fans. As I walk away unapologetically, I find pity for ones that ran. A heartless beauty, naturally! Her only motto is 'You Can!'
I was living the only way I knew how. Reliving my past; only heartaches allowed. That was until last October, I met my match... I finally fell victim for getting attached!
...Her war is finally over! He conquered her within the abyss Blood drunk to gratefully sober. Now nobody has seen him ever since.