Okay this is really strange.
I was going through my memory stick clearing out all my old documents when i came across this poem that i wrote:

With teeth pure white
And crimson curled locks
A cut out perfection
You make me sick

Through olive eyes you see
And manicured nails
You stratch into my mind
Dragging me down

I flick through pages
Try to rid you from my thoughts
You're stuck poisoning my blood
I want to throw you up

I look in the mirror
The reflection makes me sick
You infected my perseption
I'm one of you now

Weak and brittle I smile
Lie to myself and others
No-one notices what you've done
I've been possessed by you.

I've decided to post this in a journal rather than a deviation because it's very much like my short story prized possession, i think it may have actually been the poem to accompany the story. But this actually shocked me. I can't actually believe i was ever in that state of mind to write something like that, it's scary. It werid how you have to get a completely fresh perspective on life before you realise how fucked up your old one was. I'm just glad i'm not in that place anymore cause i was deep. In a bad way.