Give me anything, I’ll fuck it up

A mastery of fuckery I am

If you give me an ounce, I'll hang myself

I can whip my brain into a frenzy

All with a few to little words

Silence is my enemy

It cuts me to my core

Makes me spin so far out of control it's scary

I will then react instead of act

Slinging words mercilessly

Attempting to show how hurt I am

In the process throwing a loop where none had been

Screwing with your head

Making you think the worst has happened

Because in my mind.....it has

Attempts to explain fall feebly from my lips

The decision may be made already

Or so I think/feel it has

Master of running

Master of pushing

Master of hiding

All things I've become more then accomplished at

Making myself disposable

Easily discarded

Not knowing my value

Then the fallout

More silence

And tears from me

Tears that fall silently

Knowing I have again managed to fuck things up