Cartons of empty packs scatter my bedroom floor.
Dirty coffee cups litter my tables.
Ashtray over flow like the killer words that spill from my lips.
I curse you while I tap ashes.
I snuff filters and scream empty threats to excite fear to enforce a following.
No one hears my voice.
I'm no where near the receptacle and half a cigarette is turned to ash.
I haven't moved and the cherry drops.
The ember catches the carpet.
I burn my own home.
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Rantings of Borderline Personality Disorder
De TodoThis is me. My pains and issues. The thing I post are true to the best of my knowledge. This is more of a journal. Welcome to my mind. My spider is named D'Vorah Dearest.
