Blue and purple stain the sink,
As she continues to not sleep another wink.
Her eyes could stir the sweetest guy,
But all she wants is another high.
Blood-stained drains and deeper pains,
Screaming to try and stop the migraines.
You'll never know what she is inside,
I asked her things but she only lied.
And this my dear, is my warning to you,
Please don't go down that road too.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Blue and purple stain the sink,
As she continues to not sleep another wink.
Her eyes could stir the sweetest guy,
But all she wants is another high.
Blood-stained drains and deeper pains,
Screaming to try and stop the migraines.
You'll never know what she is inside,
I asked her things but she only lied.
And this my dear, is my warning to you,
Please don't go down that road too.
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