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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      • Ever Onward
      • Gentle Rhythms And Lost Marbles
      • Nothing Rolls Off The Tongue Like The Word Sociopathy
      • Haikus With Low IQs
      • Quotes I Wrote
      • A Splinter Of Myself
      • One Million Apologies
      • A Better Way To Bleed
      • Heaven, Hell, And Time Spent Well
      • Hesitation
      • Hungover And Out To Dry
      • My Kind
      • One Breath Left
      • Prideless And Prejudiced
      • A Requiem
      • So To Say
      • The Wicked Never Know
      • Track Marks And Headstarts
      • Vitamin K
      • Violent Shades Of Violet
      • Fragmentation
      • Endless Time
      • Adorer Yeux
      • Fade To Black
      • Just Your Kiss
      • To Katrina With Love
      • Mirror Mirror
      • Write A Title For This That Doesn't Suck
      • Alive In Regret
      • Dear Mama, I'm Young, Dumb, and Damaged
      • Fair Weather Whispers
      • All In Iteration
      • Chemical Sincerity
      • GARBAGE By Any Other Name
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