Poetry For Sociopaths
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Fragmentation
I resent the fact that you're even breathing,
But if words cut like knives, why the fuck aren't I bleeding?
And if love's a drug then I'm changing fixes,
Cause I'd rather be a junkie than be so defenseless.
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