There used to be six of us

There used to be six of us, now Iā€™m alonethe first was pride, I sent her to hidethe second was sadness, that girl was madness, I killed her with passionthe third was insecurity, she died on her own when we hit maturitythe fourth was anger, she was a strangler, I had to strangle herthe fifth…

Now I’m Alone

There used to be six of us, now I’m alone.Somewhere along the line we grew apart.Hovered around leaving with our separate drones.We were inseparable at the start. One we call the crazy one, we had to always save her from trouble.Two, too friendly, we guarded her from getting hurt.Three, was the busy bee, we helped…