I pick at my hands and dig up old poems from 2007 or maybe early 2008 part 1

[club_nostalgia]

Departing

There is one more thing uglier than anger:
loneliness.
Loneliness motivates the most selfish of actions
and still breaks hearts
Faster than a speeding bullet shot from a loaded god complex.

I've been left for dead before

Come on sweet catastrophe
choke me with  your sweetness
and run away
Leave me ill and withered.
I will restore my shadow.

I've left you for dead