One slice.
I thought they liked me.
Two slice.
obviously not you fat idiot.
Three slice.
why would they like me? I have nothing to offer.
Four slice.
just shut up and watch yourself bleed.
Five slice.
you deserve it you ugly piece of shit.
Six slice.
why would they even want to be seen with you?
Seven slice.
isn't it beautiful?
Seven slice.
oh, not you. The blood dripping down your arm.
Eight slice.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
