Just have been thinking, thinking a lot
About your filthy hands over my drunk body
And my drunk hands around some gross shame
You apologized to me without feeling sorry
All my attempts to forget about it were lame
It's been a year and four months
But I still feel my dead body pleasing yours
And I get sick, a lot
I can't sleep, not anymore
I'm a bag filled with bugs, broken bones and worms
I will never forgive nor forget what you're not ashamed for
ESTÁS LEYENDO
❀𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖘.
PoetryTextos metafóricos, pensamientos fugaces y sentimientos encontrados. No edito nada, por lo que mi manera de escribir varía a medida que voy publicando. Según yo es para ver mi "progreso".
