Bloody hands, long nails,
heels are clicking,
chills are there,
here she comes - someone help!
All alone, no chance to fight,
it is so cold in this dark.
Too hurt to move,
too scared to even try.
The years come and went,
chills are thick in the walls.
Wanting to forget
and feeling guilty because...
They call me an addict,
they call me an attention whore,
they can go fuck themselves,
I survived it all.
Just a little bit of control,
is it too much to ask?
Just something to keep me sane,
with this crazy mind.
Now, I am grown up,
living in this shitty world,
smiling with a crazy smile,
hiding a blood on clothes.
They can call me an addict,
they can call me an attention whore,
and I will tell them to go fuck themselves.
'cause I survived it all.
A.N. Again, it was inspired by amazing Rotty and my favourite character : Lord Theo
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PoetryJust a collection of some random poetry of mine that maybe have been inspired by some Wattpad authors.