Turn me over
I lay down here under my black sheetsWetting my cheeks with unstoppable tearsAnd choked words Of unacknowledged thoughtsA 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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