Sep 2015
"you picked me out,
ripped from the core,
my soiled soul,left to be torn,
picked apart to pick your bones
you get,you don't
yet i lay on the floor."
ripped from the core,
my soiled soul,left to be torn,
picked apart to pick your bones
you get,you don't
yet i lay on the floor."
You always want to be the chosen one,not picked,but carefully chosen. This is how i felt being picked apart,piece by piece. Never chosen.
