My unwavering insecurities are karma
For all the judgements
That slipped through my lips
Between rolling tears
Of midnights past
Daunting memories
Riddled with pain and
Infected with resentment
Calling to a void
Which is never filled or lifted
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
My unwavering insecurities are karma
For all the judgements
That slipped through my lips
Between rolling tears
Of midnights past
Daunting memories
Riddled with pain and
Infected with resentment
Calling to a void
Which is never filled or lifted
