Paranoia and Painkillers.
Self destruction speaks your language,
You are the sickest I ever was,
Cradling you was like holding a grenade,
Just a cyclone of chaos,
Of course hearts break,
When you make one do the work of two,
Under enough pressure,
That single heart can become a diamond,
Enjoy your hollow crater,
Spewing your bile,
My sweetness will never be bittered.
You didn't change me.
You just recognised yourself,
Haunted by your own emotional malnutrition,
And you still hate what you see.
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Author:
Alyssa Willis (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you see yourself in my work, perhaps thats just your guilty conscience talking, imagine the gall of that ego, perhaps you aren't as grown as you thought if it upsets you so much.
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