SOMETIMES I think I'm a murderer.
Affected by home.
I was afraid of you.
The stay of Chikatilo or Manson.
But I can not sleep beside me.
Death is no harm to me.
Also, I'm sure I will lose it.
Leave your bed and your breath count will kill me.
Who are you?
What else you want me to do for you?
Removed from this,
But I'm in the blood.
There is nothing I can do.
And when I am sick and tired with
These controversies with the almost.
When the machine for the life of me.
I lost all my hair.
I hope you get tired my head.
Remove it.
I know all the music.
And what is the best.
YOU ARE READING
Seek Ye First - Poetry ✓
Poetry❝All the lies we promise And all the chapters in our lives. How do we know what is right or wrong this time?❞ Random poems by a random girl 🖤 Highest ranking: #1 in Poembook #7 in Poetry #3 in Poems Started: 27/1/19 Completed: 30/5/19
