Some people in our life may not be there to stay…Then why do their words?
I live in this town called “Emotional Vulnerability”,
Where it tends to sing its own rhymes, pointing out its own futility.
The volcanoes of anger it has erupted and the lakes of tears it has filled,
No one knows this town except for me, because it’s my low self-esteem on which it is built.
The black ink is now spreading to other pages in my mind as I continue to sweep its darkness,
But now, it’s soaked too deep, looking like the dark sky, starless.
This town is now hollow by the dementors that didn’t knock,
But thanks for letting me know that my emotions needed a lock.
The glowing welcome sign has fused of this town and seeks for no repair,
But thanks for lending a hand and pretending like you care.
Why do I come back here then? Why do I crave this abuse?
Maybe because its the only thing that belongs to me, sadly, it’s my only muse…