This Hell I Create
by Sam M. Phillips

I’m out of my head, surely you must dread
My fury, hung jury,
Am I bad or just mad?

I’m certainly sad, and not glad
Of my behaviour, I seek a saviour,
But I hurt so much that it is such
A burden, certain to overwhelm anyone.

You’re done
And I don’t blame you, you have no clue
How to fix this pain, all I do is strain
You to breaking, you’re not taking
This well.

This hell
I create must grate
You to pieces, it never ceases,
And I’m sorry, I just make you worry,
I need to carry myself for a while,
Teach myself to smile.

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