You know not my secret
You know not my suffering
You say I cannot depend on even myself
Yet you know not the true dependence
I must live with the curse of my soul
My partner must give part of theirs up
You know not my suffering
The devourer of souls
A thing of beauty
For those on the outside
But for those within
It is as torturous as secret sin
To be able to feel
As all others do
The need to leech from them
As I must do
You know not true dependence
The devourer of souls
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As you may or may not know this poem is about me. It is what I and plenty other people like me deal with everyday.
I assure you we do not "devour peoples souls" it was just to get the point across. Comments and critique are welcomed and appreciated.
