They rip through your throat
And claw at your lips
And the noises you make
Put scars on your hips.
You'll never be happy
There'll always be pain
And you sob and you cry
As you pray in the rain.
-A little morsel that will hopefully keep you satisfied. I'm so sorry that I'm so inactive. I'll try harder-
YOU ARE READING
// GO AWAY //
PoetrySometimes I wish people would just leave me alone. In that case, allow me to entertain you.
