Centipede

Crawling into my ear, slowly hurting me being so sincere. This torture you consume, making yourself a little room. Taking away all the pain, stopping my eyes rain. The only one who cares, who doesn't want the truth or the dares. Just wants me to feel something, anything. Even if it hurts the most, anything to please its host. Sucking out all of the life out of me, taking away all the pity. Turning the page watching me grow, with details you don't care to know. Crawling from one to the other, hoping I don't find another. Its not you it was the host, just know I cared about you the most. But all turtles must come out of the shell, being trapped in fear is hell.