Your words
Your eyes
And all the lied
Burry into my skin
Just like a knife
The blood the pain
The addicting pain...
Why just why
Did I enter this game
Your words they kill me
Piercing like a sword
A bullet might hurt me less than your words
Unhappy as ever
With this cruel ass pain
Will it ever end?
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
PoesíaThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
