I've always felt
like the black sheep of the family,
isolating myself with a collection of drugs and
probably self destructive behavior.

Take me
apart,
and you'll find a noose fashioned into a heart
tugging at my emotions
while I struggle to find myself in a sea of
vague feelings and LSD fever dreams.

Short fuse,
lit like the fire of a burning heart,
uncontrollable (maybe it feels good?),
yet always regretful in the end.
A stream of "You're useless" and
"you made her how she is"
How could I say that?