maandag 8 maart 2010


Fucking digest and drink your sorrows away.
Anger management won’t help against the rotten inside me.
I drink my own blood to taste my own bitterness.

Neglected and abandoned,
just leave me here.

I’m mad and i’m fucked up.
It’s the beginning of a manic depression.

First retch, then vomit out all my regrets.
My veins hurt,
watery eye,
sore midriff.
Here comes the pain.

My body is to exhausted to express herself.
Poor thing.

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