It's scary that the pictures of us,

Are now standing in the corner, full of dust.

All the things racing through my mind,

The memories, the cruel kind.

The silent sobs and the cruel cries,

The angry mobs and our selfish lies.

Loud never ending fighting screams,

Hungry bellies holding onto seams.

I was never finding any flesh,

My teeth punched in, a bloody mesh.

Chewing on my chipped black nail,

They don't care how much I wail.

Dying for their entertainment,

Forcing me into their containment.

Searching for the meaning of life,

Carved their name into my thigh.

L like loser,

L like lover,

L will never make me recover.

L, their words hurt more like knives,

L who loved lives on lines.

L the winner,

L the gambler,

L with deceiving eyes like amber.

12th may 2022