Who am I to judge the creators,
creations.
Or why he makes them, breathes life into the dirt, gives lust to the sand.
Gave me life, I’ll be high until I land.
I don’t care, I love the poison.
Feed me until I’m empty... am I ever empty?
I apologize, I’m hurt. I don’t know how to heal..
all I know is lust and the minute appeal..
take me away.. I don’t want to do this anymore. I talk to you through writing cause I can’t do this anymore.
My heart and soul hurts, I drown them; so I don’t have to feel those around me.
I absorb their sadness, I can still feel it when I walk.... everyone that’s confided in me has let.. be who can I talk.
I love it, pain is my lover. She has me on a leash. Let me drown so I can speak.
My shoulders are heavy..

I don’t care, I’ll take your pain with me when I go. Just don’t leave me before then.