To be entirely alone
My arms and chest are all cut up, last count was at 21.
8 on my left arm, 3 on my right arm, 10 on my chest.
I don't know what to believe or hold onto anymore.
I'm still with her, but how much more can I take?
I don't know what to fight for. I don't know who to fight for.
There's no help in sight.
No comfort in sight.
No one in sight.
God, if you're out there.
She better remain untouched, or I will go up there myself and there will be hell to pay.
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