Tw: suicide, death, drugs
It's only medecine
I feel the cold kisses of the thing we fear most
I dance with the thing I hated
I play with the one who took someone from me
But he's not as cruel as I thought
His arms are warm and forgiving
Its only medecines, it's only a little blood
What they've told me so far seems all a lie
But I believed it
Altough there's no angels
I don't feel lost
It's only medecines, it's only a little blood, I'm just fainting
I'd rather not exist
So I'll just put this knife to my wrist
I open the last bottle of wine and lay there all night
Death suits me better than life
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poesiaa bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
