Words, Swords
hear the words,
remember their swords,
those people who cut and bruise.
harrowing echoes sting once again and
this time i might not win.
horrorfied, mummified, stretched and hung out to dry,
my so forsaken cries.
empty me, fill me but dont pour me down
the drain.
i promise to do better with every mistake i will make.
goodnite and sleep tight my
MENTAL I DERANGED.
