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I got in a fight today.
Not a verbal battle,
But a physical combat.
I didn't get hurt (sadly).
However, someone else did.
Quite bad,
I flung them off my arm and they
Fell.
Down concrete stairs.
I watched it all
And found a sick enjoyment in it.
I afraid this is going to be my new thing.
Instead of being suicidal,
Becoming homicidal.
Is it really considered insane to love
The look of a deep incision?
Because i'm head over heels
Or heels over head, haha.
Someone was sent to the hospital over me,
And i don't regret a thing.
Someone please try to get me back to reality.
I don't know what's wrong and whats right.
I don't know why its not left and right
Or wrong and good.
Right was the direction she went flying...
Down.
Down..
Down...
Maybe when she returns,
She will be at my level of low
And I can finally have someone to relate to.