I don’t call myself an addict.
That name doesn’t fit the person I’ve become...
Before “before” existed
when even nothing hadn’t happened yet...
1.
Once again...
Empty and hollow
Like a broken shell...
When the north wind blows
And you button up your coat...
i am afraid of a blank page
i rather read everyone else’s pain...
I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...
Here you are
following the same pattern...
The day I let pornography in,
I didn’t even know what I was letting in...
My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...
I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades...
My life is changing, in what ways I don't know
My heart keeps crying must I not show...