Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'll cut my arm.
Just to please you.
Oh?
It's not what you wanted?
A psychopath you say?
Mum?
You say you love me then treat me like shit.
YOU ARE READING
venting.
Non-Fictionbasically if I feel something. I'll make a poem. it doesn't rhyme. all the time. so. here we go.
