The magic of love,
Disappears before we can even begin to
Fathom how amazing it feels.
The loss.
Friends that disappeared like the smoke I exhale.
The endless coping methods.
Trying to confide in other without being sent away.
The regret.
Leaving someone or something that my heart blindly desires.
The hatred.
The contagion spreads in my heart swallowing me whole
Leaving behind the wreckage I created.
The pain.
Looking in the mirror and asking myself,
When did I become this monster?
Why did I choose this for myself?
The confusion.
Lost in my own psychotic, disturbed mind.
Fog surrounds in my head,
Suffocating brain tissue,
Swelling my head up until finally the skull
Can no longer bear it.
My head explodes in outbursts of rage and sadness.
Drowning in endless questions,
Countless thoughts,
Everlasting misery.
In the end,
We’ve got no more to live for
Than we’ve got to die for.