You cut me so you could watch the blood drip down.You drowned me to watch me try to catch my breath.
You burned me to see my skin scar.
You bruised me to see that I am weak.
-but I am not weak.
YOU ARE READING
A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.
PoesíaThis is a tour of my psyche, my failures, my loves and my soul. These are my uncensored poetic thoughts.