If you felt like me, you'd feel nothingA Poem by alexbogan
Old habits die harder then apathy
Guilt and remorse smother me Suffocating with no room to breathe Saying every rotten thing And now all that's left to see
Is torn skin that's meant to bleed © 2013 alexbogan |
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