An ache
A pain
Scars
a bottle of pills
alarming rates of imperfection
at which make you give in to the temptation
An ache
A pain
scars
doubtful lips full of smoke
a monster a ghost
hiding in my bedsheets where I rest
I speak open and loud
My throat raw and mutilated
My heart aches
My pain suffers
My pills threaten my headache
My scars keep on forming
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
An ache
A pain
Scars
a bottle of pills
alarming rates of imperfection
at which make you give in to the temptation
An ache
A pain
scars
doubtful lips full of smoke
a monster a ghost
hiding in my bedsheets where I rest
I speak open and loud
My throat raw and mutilated
My heart aches
My pain suffers
My pills threaten my headache
My scars keep on forming