Cold Words: Tortured

 

 

I make bad choices.

I never think more than once.

Consequences never matter,

until my regret regurgitates and splatters.

I’m a tortured individual.

Numb.

Desperate.

Cold,

that’s what my reflection told.

I have no one else to believe,

but myself.

I’m a tortured individual.

No one else to blame,

but myself.

Someone like me needs no enemies,

because I have myself.