Vital

ticking time bomb

I remember the heavy sorrow and fierce resentment -

when they first started to rear their ugly heads

How they slowly ate away at my sanity and made me -

a very bitter friend

When I saw things in such a stark black and white view,

it didn't matter if I was looking at spilled milk or pools of fresh blood

I would always paint the unconditional love given - to be negative intentions

I would always feel sick when someone offered me what I really needed

I didn't want to be seen as who I was

I wanted to be a callous monster - isolated in its cold, damp cave

I wanted to forget all that has happened and all that ever could

I wanted to bury myself in a deep grave where no one could warm me with their touch