Turn me over
Jan
15
I lay down here under my black sheets
Wetting my cheeks with unstoppable tears
And choked words
Of unacknowledged thoughts
A heart unappreciated
Why does it matter?
Because it hurt me like it hurt you
A bruise so deep yet unseen
Numb fingers and toes from cold sun
A weak body shaking
Fix it.
Fix it!!
1 paints:
babe ur ok?
hurm hus responsible 4 dis?
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