May 2018
My loneliness turned to desperation.
My ears bled straining to find you.
My desperation turned to hunger.
I found you in the bottom of an old toolbox.
I've been swallowing nails ever since.
My ears bled straining to find you.
My desperation turned to hunger.
I found you in the bottom of an old toolbox.
I've been swallowing nails ever since.
