do I ever need you?
so please don't assume that I'll die for you;
because it's a lie that they fed into you
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
a lie that they fed to a monster-twenty three
do I ever need you?
so please don't assume that I'll die for you;
because it's a lie that they fed into you
