you named yourself
so long the name night
isaiah huh
funny pick
night we are complicated
can you please just let the meds work
they are here for a reason
to help me
do you hate me
you say you love me
yet that poison from your lips
it says other things
i love you isaiah
why cant you love me too
we can live in harmony
just let me sleep
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
