My heart hurts,
But no one knows,
They party and flirt,
And on my horrible life goes.
The vodka burns my throat,
The lava hurts my hand,
Never will I take an oath,
For that aid of band.
It hurts, and burns,
It will never stop,
Pushing away might've helped them,
But me, it has not.
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A Butterfly Afterlife✧
PoetryPoetry Book Four ♡ Trigger Warning: Light Themes: Love, Romance etc.. Dark Themes: Depression, Horror etc...
