if my sins were tattoos,
i would be covered in ink,
forsight reflected upon restrospect,
do you really love me? even if im a wreck?
please dont lie to me,
i am in no need of treachery.
I cant trust anyone,
not even myself
everyone is lying inside my head.
i look stupid,
everytime i talk,
i try to communicate but,
but it just caused contort
Am i too loud?
speak too much?
or just annoying?
I cant even decypher
between truth and lying.
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Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman
Poetry----very important trigger warning, some themes and scenes are R-18, these include : drug use, violence, suicide, self harm, murder and general 18+ NSFW content, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! i will not be held responsible for any actions that may hurt yo...
