Not here
She said
Let’s do this
In private
We can’t count,
After all,
On the dead
Staying quiet
No Strings
Rest assured
Our assignation
Leaves you with
No obligation
Sown Shut
You’re in a safe space here
She said
I’ve helped people like you before
The only reason that worked
She said
Is because they wanted to talk
The Rebuttal
You
know
nothing
about me
You
sanctimonious
cunt
Now fuck
off and
leave me
alone
(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)
Not Everybody Hurts The Same
Privacy
is not
allowed,
it seems
When
you’re
trying
to grieve
People
get pissed
off,
it seems
If you don’t
wear your
heart on
your sleeve
Mine
I don’t want to ‘talk’ about it.
I don’t want to ‘express’ it.
I don’t want to ‘let it out’.
I want to keep this part for me.
A part that’s private.
A part that’s mine and mine alone.
As it should be.
I didn’t share my love and I refuse to share my grief.
So just piss off, the lot of you.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 