demon wings on my back,
suicide is not enough.
blood and guts and cum and stuff,
beat her brains and fuck her up.
take her shit,
do u want ur trauma back?
im so tired of waiting for everyone to wake up.
so alone..
pick the 48 up,
participate in my drug obsession so i can change my life around!
suicidal tendencies cuz i fucked with a retard!
is it me or does this all feel like a dream?
YOU ARE READING
real psychward exclusive
PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
