You dug holes in my skin,
For your poisonous love to sink in.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
holes
You dug holes in my skin,
For your poisonous love to sink in.
