Content. Just Content...

I think i've found it,
without the need or support of love.
I find my punching bag on the ground,
right under my nose.
I feel...content, i think that's it.
I wouldn't want anything better or worse.
Yes...
I loved it,
for I can finally have complete vent
and closure of my raging emotions and
deathly imaginative thoughts.
In truth I have a true smirk--
no, smile in complete content.
Finally can i believe
Love is not needed
Love is not wanted
at this point at least...
I'm giving myself as much time as needed or more,
because of you...
Thank You.

I'm losing it, I know...

I'm sick of it...
Confusion.
Causing much wanted suffocation deep
within my lungs by only me
for i can not handle this...
my pain hurts
and now worse.
i'm not blaming you,
its my fault...
shortened breaths, shorter
quicker
lessened
enough was enough...
my body is here, yes.
my soul? i don't think so...