SelfA Poem by Natasha Montgomery
When it's bad... It's hell.
Ravaging my mind. Internal and external worlds suffering for it. Ruined relationships, corrupted by self-hate, reaffirm the evil mantras. I'm so sorry for who I am. I know I'm wasted, I'm a lot of things and broken is the least of them. © 2017 Natasha Montgomery |
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Added on October 22, 2017 Last Updated on October 22, 2017 Author
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