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I miss life
I was lied to& manipulated now I’m ostracized
It feels good when mu tears tickle my ears because I know you are on the attack, everything else hurts, and the stress it killing me, literally, but the salty sadness makes me giggle with madness because clearly I’m insane, will never be the same, and probably won’t ever see my daughter again, but at least I cry, because it’s a great day to die, if only I could find you
A poem for Jasmine
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