three years ago you thought i should die because i was mentally sick and it was my fault, no one would love a worthless piece of garbage like me
By Cassandra Rose6 years ago in Poets
we slowly decay in a generation of sex hook ups walks of shame and one night stands my generation has conditioned me to believe
I saw a bird die within a man's gloved hand I pictured myself as such, lifeless and still I wish he wore gloves when I died within his hands so
an open letter to the government four years of reading your contract to see what this binding agreement entailed to see what weapons I should arm myself with