I've got nothing, but tears in my eyes
Scars on my back
Blood spurting out of my veins.
A knife of words was thrown and attacked.
To me.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
诗歌A collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
Day 114
I've got nothing, but tears in my eyes
Scars on my back
Blood spurting out of my veins.
A knife of words was thrown and attacked.
To me.
