I don't know what I'm going here why I'm with him and 2 other girls I don't exactly know why I took him back I don't know what I'm going why im doing the things I am I wanna go home but I don't it scares me waking up to the feeling that he might leave me He's done it before what's stopping him from doing it again absolutely nothing.
And I know maybe I shouldn't over think it maybe I'm just being paranoid. Why the fuck are they with him why the fuck.
I don't wanna be here I don't but what choice do I have.
Its me not you
Its fucking me its always me how can it not fucking be me I'm such a piece of shit.
Why is he still with me.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
Poetrythis isnt a book persay it dose not portray a story but some of the emiotions im going thru as of right now like an personal agenda
