Rotting

By , Medical Lake, WA
All I have become
Was it enough,
Was it enough.
I washed my hands clean
Let the blood fill the sink.
You look at me
Like you have never seen me be
I hate how your words
Rot me straight to the bone
It’s killing me.
I came home for you
But still your s*** I have to go through.





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