this dead horse is
my abandonment issues
my emotional word vomit
my inability to let anything go
my self-loathing
I am covered in guts
cowering
hiding in this little hell hole
tears in my tired dark eyes
begging someone to please listen to this cry for help
no one can hear it over the ghetto-blasting mexican accordian
I've lost my mind
I didn't know it would hurt this much
an absence just like everything else
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