Thoughts and Stuff

My Worst

Kurt
I don't know about pennyroyal tea
I usually like mine green
Hurt
In my stomach
Hand me a bucket
Love
Is never fair
It's a war
Something we fight for
Enough
I don't care
What a bore
Leave me wanting more
I'm not bipolar
I'm just opposite
Let me roll
Another cigarette
I'll leave burns
On your skin
Little circles
Give you worms
Make you thin
I'm infertile
Started this off
With too many words
Got so high
Scratched till I bled
Now I am dead
Fading in and out
Making it about
Me
It's all about
Me
Short and stout
Me