Sometimes I sit and wonder what happened to make you feel the way that you do,
Who taught you that you could only bond through trauma, negativity and deception.
You believe that fact so much that you often create the trauma in search of the bond..
The pity
In what chaos you must live that lies and despair feel comforting?
What loneliness you must endure that it is hate that hugs you,
I’m not sure you know the truth of one single event.
Your brain constantly warping everything in to a life or death scenario..
Where you lay always on the verge of destruction.
Needing reassurance for every single syllable uttered
Imagine how that would steal the joy from everything.
How you steal the joy from everything…
Once you have out played the martyr of the wounds you constantly create
You will realize there is no one left to save you
From yourself.
From your own self destruction.