#sociopathic
So many things
I've endured,
To be where I am
Today...
Molestation, aggravation,
All the things
They did to me...
Suicidal? Hesitation?
What are these
Two things to me?
PTSD, ASPD,
Anxiety...
So many names
Like games they play
For whatever is
Wrong with me.
But all I see
Is a sea
Of hopelessness;
A broken Me...
And I can't see
A cure for my
Deadly disease...
I just see "Me"...
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
Drowns your happiness
Brings your energy level down to zero
With one hit
They got you in their cave
Won't unleash you as long as they get their way
You struggle to be free
But are to blind to see
That your love is the one who holds you captive
Such a shame
Filled with sorrow and grief
Your love got you lost in a losing game
Impossible to win, the sole purpose is defeat
You still hold on cause you're brainwashed to the core
In desperate need of a revelation,
You search in the wrong places,
Mingling with the wrong faces
You end up alone when there are people around
And the one that was supposed to have your back
Turn their back on you
It's the inedible truth of sociopathic love
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Dearly Beloved we gather here today,
Not to celebrate a lovely matrimony,
But to celebrate loss,
A death that touches us every day,
And will do so for the rest of our lives.
Dearly Beloved we mustn't cry,
Not shed a single tear,
We can't nor should we.
Dearly Beloved the death amugst us,
The death I speak of is the death of love,
The death of compassion and kindness,
The death of good all riped from the world far too soon.
Now that it's gone we are left with no emothion,
Left to our sociopathic tendencies,
Left to ourselves,
Left hoping one day these people,
Love, comapsion, kindness and everything good,
Hoping that they will return to make us better again,
So Dearly Beloved I leave you with this,
The tool to bring them all back from the dead,
It's but a smile they said and looked around.
But someday the Dearly Beloved may understand,
It's the small things on a big scale that makes the world good and that's disappearing.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Two ****** loving each . . .
In lieu of gnats and peacocks,
. . . Pathetic poetasters.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC