Life is my grave
Yet I don't rest in peace
Dirt clogs up my windpipe
Bugs crawl into my ears
The blackness engulfs my vision
And I gasp for breathe
As the bitches stab me
Relentlessly in the back
With cruel whispers and rumors
Predatory glints in their eyes
Finally choking me
With their hypocrisy
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Life is my grave
Yet I don't rest in peace
Dirt clogs up my windpipe
Bugs crawl into my ears
The blackness engulfs my vision
And I gasp for breathe
As the bitches stab me
Relentlessly in the back
With cruel whispers and rumors
Predatory glints in their eyes
Finally choking me
With their hypocrisy
//Sad to say this is life. Trust is like handing your heart to a person along with a knife//
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