Sickly and weak right now, yes,
even old
The recovery proceeds too slowly
I lack the vigor to be strong or
bold
Start to think about Death and
the Holy
Can an ugly woman create beauty
Never a decorative sex doll
I was always forced to do my duty
Obedient when loser men would
call
Forgive me for resisting Facebook
memes
But I’ve lost the fight for love
or success
No more energy for aborted dreams
My boobs have dropped and my skin
is a mess
I don’t know if to live or
embrace death
Just hope I’m smiling to take my
last breath
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