When you speak like that
I can see your spitting lies like a rat
I feel a bit worse about myself
And everyone else
I'm trying not to care
I can see them all stare
I care way to much
It hurts to the touch
Stains on my heart
My bodies being teared apart
Not by you by me
I don't want you to see
Razors to my skin
Am I pure sin
YOU ARE READING
Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
