Ha. Said The Boy With The Scarred Wrist

you watch me..
eyes red...
i look at you..
i feel dread..
it is guilt,
no it is hatred..
you are demon.
manifested..
i cannot hold back..
hold back my dreams..
they linger like poison in the veins..
in my memories..
i told myself..
i was beautiful..
made of tougher stuff..
but is that enough?..
can you stop?
maybe so..
but there's still an aftershock..
no one can stop the pain..only i can dull this..
torture at it's best...just wait till it passes by..then you can cry...and maybe be alright.
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18-21, M
Nov 29, 2012