Smooth and cool on my palm.
Enough to bring my mind some calm.
Quick, sharp, and hence,
Perfect for silence.
Never enough to **** just enough to feel.
In the hopes that one day, they may heal.
I see it in your eyes, your disappointment.
As you book me a doctor's appointment.
Hoping, praying that the drug's ruse
Will replace my need to tie a noose.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
Smooth and cool on my palm.
Enough to bring my mind some calm.
Quick, sharp, and hence,
Perfect for silence.
Never enough to **** just enough to feel.
In the hopes that one day, they may heal.
I see it in your eyes, your disappointment.
As you book me a doctor's appointment.
Hoping, praying that the drug's ruse
Will replace my need to tie a noose.
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