Learn from the ones we hate the most
My back bleeds from the scratches of your claws.
The hollow sound of your voice and the words that come out of your mouth,
Empty.
And at the end of each day you’re okay.
You’re okay with the pain that you cause.
Are you aware of it?
Or are you just as miserable as the man on the floor wrapped in a blanket full of nothing but sorrow.
Everyday, I drag these feet on the scorching hot floor
and In my head I relive the times you told me you loved me
But I can still taste her on my lips.
Now how can my safest place become a nightmare relived over and over again?
This place is not mine and my bed is not warm and all that is
Simply isn’t.
