Do not make me
Defend myself in my own house
Hanging from a thorn
Upside down
Wishing I was shooting
Like the stars that you
Stole from my eyes
Jumping over the
Red path of rosy blood
Spiraling down into a verbal bath
To taste your lack of concern
This just gave my heart
The choice to beat
How can I be better he asked
That’s nobody’s fault
Said the raccoon
She just has an awful personality
Now I know I said to myself
How everyone else you’ve deserted feels
Like a broken limb
© GÄ
Poétique 