I carve the words
So carefully into my skin
The words that you say
Hurt me within
You say there just words
And they can do no harm
But look at my skin
I guess you were wrong

She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.

I'm very much comfortable being alone
I enjoy nothing more than my own
Company
Happily free to do what I want and tend to myself
My confidence is built only by the way I view myself
Yes my loved ones opinions count but which one matters most than your own?
Yes it's nice to have a lover or date
But you have to learn to be happy with yourself
Before your even happier with someone else

i  envy your pillow
it lets you
rest your head on it
while i can't

i envy your cup,
it kisses your lips
tasting yours,
while i just stare at it,

i envy your blanket
it covers your skin
it touches every bit of you
while i can't

i envy your clothes
it touches your skin
every corner of it
every flaw
while i'm sitting here
typing this

I carry you with me like another main accessorie on my body

Your stuck to me like a leech in a ***** lake
Longing for blood

Constantly racking my brain preventing
Me from moving on to a happier place
in life

Your my past

Why cant you leave me alone and let me be
You live in my blood stream and control
My every thought

But your my past

See I tried a therapist
and I tell you what they say to me isnt
Helping

why do they try to convince me that my problem comes from deep rooted childhood memories

How can they know that if I told them my childhood was great

Well that's how I remember it

So **** the therapist thats trying to convince me that this isnt my fault

Because it is all my fault.