I am not collected
So i feel need to thank people
For as little as
For just loving me
I have never been collected
Near me you can tell that
What I hear in one day impacts my mind for
The next month
As I crave
Need
Love from others
Because it has not been provided
From myself,
For myself.
So when something occurs
That is the opposite of such (love)
I hang onto it
Drag it out,
Like a torturous procrastination
Until I have drained myself of
All the good
That was in place
Before it happened
And replaced it with
Heavy sorrow,
For I only know how to
Describe myself
By saying I am damaged.