Sick of myself

Though my heart is red of blood
My mind is black of hate to love

Together they make my world

They make me confused

I know what I should want
I don't know what I'm able to handle
I want to control everything

My mind tells me to do what is right
My body, what I kneed and desire
I want to do what's right

But right to who?

How should I know!
I told you I was confused...

Don't ignore me
I hate you for that
Don't love me
Love make me sick




Poetry by Inanitas
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Written on 2006-01-08 at 14:16

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