“i stand in my bathroom the sharpest razor in my right hand, and in my left, a red rose grasped tightly in my palm. the thorns pricking my hands.
Tag: right arm
I can see you…
I can see you “daddy” I can see your fucking brain that is mashed up because of the fights between you and mommy. I can see the fact that you always use me as the exuse NOT to fight back at her.
…& people die young…
I once knew a girl. She was kind of a loner, kind of not. She just didn’t hang out with anyone in school. Everyone knew she had friends somewhere else. What they didn’t know was that it was a bunch of 18 year old guys (3 years older) that lived 45 minutes away.