I don’t have any more tears left.
It’s like I understand him but, only when we are naked
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Who Is The Person Looking Back?
I came home to cry and say fuck repeatedly
I longed to not be like you,
I was enough then, so I’ll be enough after you
A reality far from joy; it’s my mother’s, it’s mine.
Please don’t hate me
Answer ME! Respond!