You didn't know how bad you hurt me,
You weren't exactly the one holding the knife -
but you shoved it more inside my helpless body to add onto the pain.
The pain that had been there far before you.
But everyone I meet one way or another has left wounds on me, deep or faint cuts.
But I sew them back up and let them slither into a puddle of my dead memories.
Cause you know, who really gives a ****
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 8:06 PM UTC
You didn't know how bad you hurt me,
You weren't exactly the one holding the knife -
but you shoved it more inside my helpless body to add onto the pain.
The pain that had been there far before you.
But everyone I meet one way or another has left wounds on me, deep or faint cuts.
But I sew them back up and let them slither into a puddle of my dead memories.
Cause you know, who really gives a ****
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