You do not know me.
Not like the others do.
Hate and loathing know me.
They know me through and true.

I am not what I appear

It's filthy fingernails, dragged jagged and bloody across a sunken shard of a shattered face that stares inward, backward,

There's no virtue in my mind
It's something you will never find.

There's no love inside my heart
I wouldn't know where to

Hater of self, losing love

I hurt the one I adore
The one who keeps me sane
When all else fails

Rip out my heart
Feed it to the

Laugh, they laugh. 

waddling creatures laugh

as mourners empty eyes.

hummm. feeling nothing. 

heavy empty