it’s strange how pain can corrupt me.
how i can be having a perfect moment
but thoughts,
evil, digging, angry thoughts,
thoughts that strike me hard,
fill my head.
and in moments like these.
when i know i can’t do anything to help myself,
i bask in the pain.
feeling it with my whole being.
strengthening the sadness coursing through my skin
seeping into my blood and slamming me in the heart.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
it’s strange how pain can corrupt me.
how i can be having a perfect moment
but thoughts,
evil, digging, angry thoughts,
thoughts that strike me hard,
fill my head.
and in moments like these.
when i know i can’t do anything to help myself,
i bask in the pain.
feeling it with my whole being.
strengthening the sadness coursing through my skin
seeping into my blood and slamming me in the heart.