Twisted

Insane,
Twisted even,
You can call me whatever,
But you how would you understand,
Why someone would want to be damaged,
Why would someone toy with themselves so much,
Playing with there thin internal stings,
Hurting so much to just stay alive,
To feel what people call alive,
Even I don’t know why I’m doing this,
To pay off a debt I feel I owe,
Or just something I feel that gives me worth,
I’m fine with breaking rules,
Cutting and tying my strings,
But god knows when I lose it,
How badly I’ll lose not just my sanity,
the humanity I righteously clam to have,
-Kitsuko Dragonstar

Reviews

[Relic]

Just a suggestion

You can call me whatever,
Insane, twisted even
but.....

Cutting and tie g my strings, ? did you mean tying my strings?

(The the) humanity I righteously clam to have,

I understand the poem. It's not perfect, but gets the point across.

[KItsuko Dragonstar]

ACTUALLY WAIT I DIDNT SEE THAK THANK YOUU

[Relic]

No problem.

[Kaya]

Your writing is actually mesmerising, although it's not exactly what you write about, I relate in the way that I feel like I have to be damaged to justify how I feel/ am
I love the reaccuring ideas in what you writd