The only skeleton inside my closet is me
Collecting dust, stripped of flesh and acceptance
Staring through the crack at the ray of light
Hoping that someday I will come out of hiding
That someone will accept my difference -
My lack of skin and shortage of humanity
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
