Not your poetry but mine

Beautiful life draining creatures, Drain it all until you're fat and full, Take what you can until you do, tire us all out; it's all about you, Make the strain, pulse the matter, wither away all the new, after all, it's all you do. You don't tire, you move it right through, constant liar, who will you now consume? the figures counted, that you would, drive right into. Does it feel good? does it make you full? does it?

Don't you worry your pretty little head about all the things I said, don't let it penetrate your soul, Don't let it fill your mind with thoughts, Just swim in the shallows, there where you're safe, don't allow me to taint you with my reality, don't let me come in, I know how to live in the darkness, I've been here many times before, I know who I am, nothing you can say, will change me, I will always continue to feel everything all the way into my bones, I will always burn for something that does not exist here, I will keep living alongside you to make you feel better, I will be the antidote to your fears, keeping me there for whenever you need a dose, I know when I'm only being used, I am constantly left unfulfilled, while I keep filling you up with all I have, leave me with the scraps of your concerns, disrespect me wherever you go, as long as I don't know, it's alright, right?!! I'll just take a bite of my anger and ...

Too many, too many times going in circles everytime, what I once believed, now so far from me, Screams that no one hears, words fall on deaf ears, It's all I've held, It's what you're too afraid to see, the dark side of me, Full of distrust, Full of pain, Wrapped in rage, the one who writhes behind the smile, the one who pounds with every beat of my heart, the truth no one wants to hear, what I'm left with, the emptiness of being unseen, the loneliness that is me, with every sunrise, I grow weary, losing the ache to survive like all of you, How you all empty me, Leave me with the pieces of brokenness in you, A prisoner of your needs, No one sees the one who bleeds, too many times, too many, I've wound up where I thought I had left behind, guess it follows me no matter what, How many ways to feel numb? How many answers do you think you have for me? How many condescending words can you spit at me? I don't care...I haven't ...