Loathing

You summon up all my demons With just a few well placed words I'm set into a whirl A downfall of self hate -Kel Dayheart

Touchy

Temper, temper Tantrum Scream and fight No relief No release Temper, temper Is your downfall -Kel Dayheart

Hazardous

Worse case scenario Doesn't mean that is the only option It is just one of many possibilities That run rampant through my brain Taking root and planting seeds of discord To make my heart race in panic And ponder on "what if's" Moving quickly through until I am just an anxious mess -Kel Dayheart

Cracked

Coming unglued A mess of broken pieces Scattered across the floor Defiant in its cracked state Unfixable -Kel Dayheart

Thought Process

It may be uncharitable to think Of all your faults, mistakes Without thinking of your reasons I don't deny your reasons I just don't care to learn them   It may be uncharitable to think Of you only at face value But I have no time To walk I your shoes I only have time... Continue Reading →

Lies of Youth

Life isn't fair Who ever told you that lied Probably the same person Who said you can achieve Anything if you work hard enough They lied -Kel Dayheart

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