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Love me

Say it

Love me say it, say that you do. Insecurities stronger than you. Self help, self love trying so hard. But for every foot i grow i shrink a yard.
Grooming, looming at the edge of an answer. I’m beginning to think my personality is cancer.
Wasted youth at the bottom of the food chain. Not enough air in my world to sustain .
Minds so foggy brain loosing awareness, cage so weak i think i could tear it. Lost the war and failed the test, but im guessing you know the rest.
Loosing site of exactly what i wanted. Now desires stay leave me haunted.

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