Wednesday, 23 November 2011


I'm burning up inside
surely this is what you do when you enter hell
and that appears to be where I am
and that is because of me, and you, and us

and the things we do.

Did, though.

Because that is past
although I wish it wouldn't last
as part of memory
my history.

I detest the fact I am just a number
on a list that you have lost the strength to remember.

I detest you
in all honesty.

I detest you
for changing me

for breaking my morals, personality, humanity down
into digestible pieces
for your own pleasure.

And killing me with your mind games
emotional, caring names
false gestures.

Because you never cared, never

I am just a number

that is all I remember.

With love, Beau xx

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