Apr 2017
Cut away the fat
and shame
The sneers too
Every night
Warm, red on wrists
Remembering you
Never good enough
but burning desire
etched into the soul
Skipping meals
wiping tears
and never feeling whole
and shame
The sneers too
Every night
Warm, red on wrists
Remembering you
Never good enough
but burning desire
etched into the soul
Skipping meals
wiping tears
and never feeling whole
I'm dealing with a lot of emotions right now and I'm not completely sure how I should translate that into my writing, but I guess it's a work in progress.
(USA)
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