The rush of adrenaline in your veins still speaks of me.
I know how much you loved damaging parts of me.
The remnants of your infliction are still there.
Faded or not they're just like scars.
I still remember the feeling of your hand around my throat.
Your fist in my ribs.
My collarbones still ache from the memories you gave me.
You killed me, or who I was.
A sociopath you were.
A sociopath you still are.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
From My Point of View
PoesíaRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...