A poem based on things I did to inflict pain on myself two days ago.
How sorry I was to hear that you were suffering.
Glitzy blitzed oh dear, look what you've done! Shut up, Merrill, this is my poem...darling? Sugarcakes? DEAR! Oh, NOW you've got her all pissy. Fuck you very much.
Miss poster child, died all the while...
The rise and fall of an intergalactic pickpocket.
Seed bead colors of days. 'Nuff said.
Dear___ im sorry
Remember, most things can easily be lost.
Sentiments, and things that never really happened.
Wait for me.
Pull out those vocal chords and now tell me you're sorry.