The things you say make me fall harder every day
my fantasies grow and grow, i think im in love
but why would anyone want me
im just a super messed up fucking white chick
who would want me?
why would i be wanted?
people say things change and people change, not me!
I dont change, im always going to be the same
so why would you want me.
i guess theres just no point
so i smoke a joint, and another and another
i can feel my heart turning black,
not from smoking but from the thought of you and your mixed messages and signals,
can you ever be straight forward or do you always have to mess with me?
am i your toy?
do i look like a toy??
.......
I, I cant breathe, im dying of disease,
i am painted with the red colors of my blood.
YOU ARE READING
!?Love!?
Poetrybe careful reading, this is real serious poems of things that actually happened to me, maybe some are exaggerated for effect on readers, please enjoy and this is a TRIGGER WARNING
