Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.

No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.

No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.
Vacuous vessel...
My happiness won't fill me...
Of course, yours will do.
We are this person.
Or, we know someone affected.
Or, we've been injured by this.
Or, we've at least heard of this before.

Someone who has wasted every opportunity at becoming their own person, so much so that they feed on everyone else.

Vampires aren't fiction.

Don't keep silent about this.
Seek help.
It's not a permanence, it's a choice.
It's not a death sentence, it's an opportunity.

If you're a vampire, choose life.

— The End —