You make me want to shred my skin the way you shred that guitar
I don't care if the mosquitoes eat me alive
I don't think even they'd mind
Let's take a walk down your hallway before I drift away
Like the ones you lost I don't come back
Do you think I can jump that fence or should I bench?
This is all because of you
YOU ARE READING
If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
