WICKED
WICKED
I cry a lot when
I get home,
and sniffle when I cough
and throw up as much
as I can down the toilet
but they can't hear it
they never knew how to listen.
my nightmares are coming back
and they always require
tongue slapping and touching
I sometimes want it.
is it sick and demented?
wanting to be ruined?
and forgotten?
I know it's coming back
and I'm just waiting to get
lost again in a world full of misery
and being wanted only in my dreams.
I just wish something's never happened and wish people understood what it's like to never ever be understood. - Pamela x
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