You don't know me...
In a way.
I thought you knew me once--
You broke me
And since you knew me,
I took it so personally.
I have been broken
And there is no way to show,
No way to tell.
I am suffocating under all of it,
Bottling it up where it will ferment
To drunken me
With pain.
But you don't even care.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
You don't know me...
In a way.
I thought you knew me once--
You broke me
And since you knew me,
I took it so personally.
I have been broken
And there is no way to show,
No way to tell.
I am suffocating under all of it,
Bottling it up where it will ferment
To drunken me
With pain.
But you don't even care.
Mazarine: (of) reddish-blue hue.
