This just a little poem, I've made up.

BE WARNED! it's a little dark.

Enjoy! :)

Mistake

I can't help it, to fight this anymore.
This feeling, of feeling insecure.

The walls are closing, their closing up my door

you stupid whore
We can't fight it
theirs nothing left
All I have done,
wasted away
trashed, and slashed
I lay here fighting
the simple path
of your aftermath

fogive nothing
and forget you
that is my only virtue

what have you become?
where are you now
the room is spinning
i feel numb
you say that you are there but you are not
where are you now
nowhere to be found
of course
you have left
left me her to die