There is so much that I want to say,
But there is a frog in my throat that's getting in...
If there's only one prayer left on my lips
I wanna bring back old memories...
Liar, Liar pants on fire,
You swore you’d never leave...
What if I regret it
Down the line...
Succumbed by all the little things,
my heart fills up and breaks to release...
On July 31st my niece was having
Contractions in her stomach she felt...
white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
They talk about scars,
But I don't even have scabs yet...
I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...
In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...
When everything around me decided to
Fail...
Used
Used...