Kripike owns them. I just break them. Alot. Oops.
Inspired by a review from LivingforTV.
Sam! Poetry!
Under My Skin
Without a notice I
I never saw it begin
As these ideas started
To creep under skin
Scratching my arm
Doesn't deter anything
Just a reminder that
I will keep suffering
Distracted, I can't trust
Myself, or even my soul
I cannot tell if I had ever
Filled my black whole.
Here is this thought-
This nagging noise…
That says, 'C'mon…
You have choice.'
'You can leave this
All of it- behind you.
Or you can keep being
Treated like dog food.'
'You can get what
You desire, no deserve
If you just leave him.
Then he'll have to learn...'
'Have to see, and you'll
Even start to believe
That's it's easier to
Dump him and leave.'
Every angry reply is a lie
Yeah, okay, I must admit
I'm so sick of this I guess
I'm ready to up and quit.
All I have ever known
Is how to keep moving on.
That idea creeps under me
And it doesn't seem wrong