Saturday, September 25, 2021

covered in dirt

 What I want,

I cannot have,

what I have,

I do not want....

I can never be happy,

too many of me...

A clusterfuck of girls,

living in my head...

Too much conflict,

I'd rather be dead...

Tired of being in knots,

jerked around and used..

I am a nightmare,

just watch and stare...

At the me, if you dare...

My heart is closed,

out of order..

Dead and buried, 

no more hurt,

nothing, just covered in dirt...


S, 7



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