My Mind's Obsessions
By poet0angel
Nothing makes sense to me. Being someone I had to pretend to be. I lie awake at night and wonder why you thought you could ruin my life. I got a voice in the back of my head. It tells me to tear you apart. My memories of you keep getting closer. Just run, you better start. You wonder what set me off first, well the answer is not all clear. But what drives me everyday, is your every little fear. The sound of your voice is there, even when I close my eyes. Cover up your face, go away. So the memory of you will die. I wish I could get a hold of you. But this stresses me. Your always beneath my skin. You bring out the worst in me. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 07:46 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Nothing makes sense to me...."