Encounters with her

leave me feeling so out of it;

Pissy…depressed, and guilty… and mean.

But what can I do?

It's not her fault,

only mine; always mine

Stupidity and paranoia


Boredom can break a person

And as they shatter, their

Shards of pain slice into others;

And so it goes on.

They know not what they do.

That ignorance – so pitiably pathetic.

And if they do see the affects…

They know not how to stop it.

Please help me?

She is my best friend…

Or was?

I know not anymore.

My life is a tangled mess;

A cotton reel trapped

in a kitten's paw.

Perhaps she hates me now?

… It is easy to do I know

For I hate myself