Honor down the drain
Pictures and videos everywhere
Name-calling and ass- grabbing down the corridor
Judging me inch by inch
Filling me in with their eyes
I am human, I have a price
but that's not for you to pay...
I've had enough of this shit
No more crying
No more bleeding
No more drowning
Just a heavy rope to grace my bare neck
Goodbye to the world
YOU ARE READING
Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesía| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
