ChildrenOfTheMCRmy

I feed off that energy, your energy. I can feel it when someone likes me That energy is the best energy And so I can't help but like them back But as this like grows, and we feed off each other's energy It become addictive I go insane without it I can't stay away from too long without feeling physical pain And like grows into love so quickly And love grows strong And that energy just gets stronger and better and more frequent What happens if I ever fall in love? What happens when that energy is taken away from me? Worse withdrawal than I already experience? Will I die without it? The last time I felt a break in love And left the energy I bec

I am skilled in the art of looking in window reflections And seeing the fortunes of past lives and fictional characters I can find your childhood in the rearview mirror As red and blue lights flash onto blank pages The plot twists into backseats and clichés Situational irony hiding in tall trees and cobwebs The spider spun your fate into dew drops and acid rain As conflict repeats itself again You killed her off as the prologue was ripped from the spine Of a book whose pages were made of her skin And you taped locks of her hair into the climax and sequels I’m going off on a tangent Without punctuation I don’t n

He's going to blame me But he's never respected me anyways I am, after all, a woman And women are evil creatures Who can't do anything right They don't deserve to live According to him He's going to blame me But it needed to be done I care too much to see him deteriorate More than he already has He's going to blame me When the cops show up at his house But that child welfare check will save his life That child welfare check will save the life of that asshole Who happens to be my father Brother, you need that child welfare check You need to be removed from our father's custody You need to be in residential And I'm sorry I'm sorry that

Finding inspiration in the darkest of things I went looking in places I should not have even thought to look in Creeping through imagination It crawled onto me Burrowed into me Waiting to strike While I wandered aimlessly Unaware I began Feeding this sickness Unknowing, unwilling It devoured my creativity It ate my innovation I began To feel weary To move with no design I began To feel horrid No longing left to continue I could not find what I was looking for I could not find strength in which to confide Were the demons on me yet again? Was this for some deadly sin? This disease resided so comfortably While I did not Trying and trying W