Tuesday, May 11, 2010


iv gotta stop this madness
i flushed whole bottles tonight
im sorry if i hurt u
out of love or out of spite

im angry with my Maker
never was my plan
to be open and available
with every single man

im sorry that i told u
my burdens now r yrs
i loved too fast and hard
labeled as a whore

i woke up all disheveled
a mess i made myself
broken and disfigured
coated dust on a shelf

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