BathRoom Thoughts
Im going insane inside these walls, contain with in these thoughts.
Truth be told I feel as though i lost it all.
Mommy can you see my heart, not the dark mess surrounding with emptiness.
But the closed chest glowing from a firry red of passion and cut threads.
It’s my choice, my life, my soul i do not wish to sacrifice
but I’m bitting my nails again, aches, emotion, and migraines
compiling over and over again.
Without a second glance to spear my eyes i can’t deny the truth
the pain, the blame i feel inside.
