Journaled Volume Six | Page 22

My subconscious explodes

It feels sorry

The words physcially fight

They feel like saly on my tongue

My mother never loved me

My father was a drunk

My brother ignored me

And my uncle eyed me too much

The look on your face

The horror it struck

The words impaled you

And once again I won

You fell for it



And sinker

I got another one

In the bank for later

You rub my back

Tell me you get it

You say space is it

You'll let me be

And you know I'll be back