I’m tired
Tired of crying
Tired of feeling this way
Depression
Doesn’t define who I am
Nor my self worth
Replaying the moment
I lost my first love
Feeling trapped in the pits of hell
I want to move on
But he keeps holding me back
I wanted to wait for him
And maybe I will
But you are the source of my depression
And I have to let you disappear
Longing to be happy
I want to walk into the sunset
And smell the roses
This time it’s all about me
My world revolves around me
And not you
About the Creator
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasabout 5 hours ago in Horror
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