Angry is nowhere near close
All I see is red and I want to break everything in sight, the blood in my veins is boiling and all I can think is Murder murder murder, baby!
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
the man-child asked me to be his girlfriend
Angry is nowhere near close
All I see is red and I want to break everything in sight, the blood in my veins is boiling and all I can think is Murder murder murder, baby!
