this is dangerous
Like touching a stove
Or throwing a knife
It's like a death wish
Throw me off a cliff and watch me fall
wicked
Why?
Loving me is like suicide
No amount of protection
Will keep you from the
Scars
Watch me fall
Willingly
Into this fatal feeling
CZYTASZ
in a world called my mind
Poezjathere are times talking to people doesn't help, and words are the only comfort.
