You shot me.
There's a hole in my heart.
Because I know no matter how close we get.
It will not last.
And we'll be apart.
At night, laying there awake.
Especially after an abuse takes place.
I can feel the hole.
It does not grow.
When you treat me like sh*t.
I can just feel it more.
Dedicated To: The women that gave birth to me.
Written: 6.24.12 (Sun.)
