Fuck

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Fuck the suicidal thoughts.
Fuck that I Built my walls so fucking high just for you to knock them down to hurt me then ran.
Fuck that I just downed another bottle of vodka that burns my tongue a lot.
Fuck that ever since you left, I stay up nightly debating my suicide plan.
Fuck that I need to be held.
Fuck that I miss crying freely.
Fuck that every touch laid on your body was impelled.
Fuck that I might have been your "dream girl" but I was never your girl ideally.
Fuck that I rather get drunk because it burns less than your tongue shoved down my throat.
Fuck that no one believes the scratches and bruises all over me were from you, the "gentleman"

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