Jan 2016
head throbbing,
legs shaking,
the memory of your words as sharp as a knife,
save me now before my feet find an edge.
somebody send help,
the lights in my eyes are slowly dimming.
legs shaking,
the memory of your words as sharp as a knife,
save me now before my feet find an edge.
somebody send help,
the lights in my eyes are slowly dimming.
