You fed my addiction like it was your knees I was begging on,
You looked to me, with a finger on my forehead holding me back.
It never was anything to you.
It was just a way to stab the blade in my back.
You never cared, you never felt anything but what you carved out of my chest.
You don't want someone to fight for you,
You just wanna be touched.
YOU ARE READING
The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.
PoesiaJust some poetry/writing that I cannot put into my original book. 18+, graphic but still somewhat relatable. Read on...
