I can never
hold
anything.
Every thing I touch
Crumbles
or turns against me.
I am a poison.
I am always afraid
Of the day
when you will leave.
You will.
Everyone does.
So I sacrifice myself
to make
you
and everyone else
happy,
but it doesn't matter in the end.
Everything I love
leaves me,
disenegrates,
vanishes.
Everything
and everyone.
I am a poison.
Author notes
I shouldn't be alive.
