Self Destructive Poem by Marcellus Watts

I blow up on my friends
Dropping things on them in an attempt to control them
Showing my twisted complex nature
Destroying everything I ever strived for
Poisoning and crushing the souls and hopes of my relations
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Twisted, quiet, Bitter and angry
I hide my pain acting as if I had evolved
But I only get better at unleashing my pain on my self
Others around me
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Becoming more twisted then the characters in my book
More twisted then anyone can ever appear to understand
Cutting and piercing my skins watching as the blood falls
Punishing myself for no reason but control over myself
And also others and the pleasure of my suffering
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Being self destructive I blow up
Taking others with me as I spiral down and explode
Self destruction