Saturday, 19 January 2013

One of my old writings

Today I'm scrubbing my tongue vigorously,
in a feeble attempt to get rid of the bitter stench on my tongue,
 the bitterness of anger, of hurt, of loneliness, of fear.
no one wants to be lonely, no one wants to be afraid.
I hate that i have lost
lost almost everything to a bad fate
Every sweetness has been ripped from my heart
and love has gone rogue on me
now all that's left
is just a very needy, very hurt version of me.

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