Apr 2018
You're a vulture.
Picking at weakened dead meat
To the point where
No one can just be.
You'll scavenge for every true part of me
Until all that is left
Is the skeleton underneath.
You prefer walking dead corpses
Of your own making
Instead of just letting others
Be comfortable enough
To be themselves.
Picking at weakened dead meat
To the point where
No one can just be.
You'll scavenge for every true part of me
Until all that is left
Is the skeleton underneath.
You prefer walking dead corpses
Of your own making
Instead of just letting others
Be comfortable enough
To be themselves.
Everything's offensive. You're way too sensitive so if people dont conform you refuse to allow them in your life and its pathetic.
