Trashy
By SecretSins
You can't see these scars inside of me, I'm burnt and broken. You left a funny after-taste of stale cigarettes and cheap beer. Now I'm left to walk around in this solitude, carrying the weight you gave me. It's heavy on my back and I can't seem to manage anymore. The stares of these faceless people are burning holes through my skin. I'm so trashy now, and I don't know how to move on, after all of this. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 12:46 PM PST 0 • 1
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"You can't see these scars inside of me,..."