04/03/19
6:04pm
you're ashamed of your scars
you spend your free time at bars
trying to drink away what people say
your mind is marred
you keep your emotions jarred
you break down at the simplest shard
to your being
because nothing hurts more
than just breathing.
they say you're a whore
they wonder if your heart's even beating
what kind of human thinks it's okay to be treating
others as if they too, have no meaning?
the scarred boy
who's been inwardly destroyed
has now turned the tables.
he'll treat you like a toy
because he's mentally unstable
and simply to prove he's capable.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
