The True pain of my undoing is love, Love is what breaks my bondaries of fanasty and reality , The my pain of loss is the greatest of any other pain of my pains, My pain of loss is one many of Death pirouttes, My pain never leaves it made my wonderful world, Become a… Continue reading My True Pain
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too late
They should have seen it coming Its was bound to happen It was so damn obvious Maybe if they wanted to see they would have seen it But they were too busy ignoring me to see it Now they will be sorry Now they’ll try to understand they kill themselves with the “what ifs” and… Continue reading too late
little poems i wrote:
USER & ABUSER: you enielate me every inch of me loves so complicating you chew me up and spit me out you drain and kill me you beat me cheat me trick me i can not be alive you wont let me be alive you suck me in till i drown