𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺

Name

you write the name down with liner over and over,
you can't do anything else to your body,
so your mark it with colors that aren't natural.

you write the name down over and over,
"hates you" following it,
when really the hate towards you is inflicted by your own head.

you write the name down over and over,
you can't decide whether this is loneliness or your own self-hatred,
so you let yourself go mad.

you write the name down over and over,
"purple is close enough to red,"
but how dare you think that writing such name?

you write the name down over and over,
you let the rain fall over your head,
because at least the sky can share your sorrows.

you write the name down over and over,
"i've got to stop," you tell yourself through heavy breaths,
the anxiety of your own failure takes over so easily.

you write the name down one last time,
you know this won't suffice—
you're stressed and going through withdrawals.

you look at the name you so much treasure,
"but i love you,"
so you wipe your body away from this self-hatred.

you know the hate will stay in your head for a while,
you know the clouded thoughts will make you go mad still—
keeping that hope that things are going to be okay.

that the madness won't come sooner than later.