Copyright, Cynthia

Am I not worthy?
I am not worthy
too trivial for words
you were abused
you were raped
I was not
you smoke
you drink
I do not
you have no family
you have no friends
I have both
I have love, you do not
yet we make the same cuts
I have no reason
I am not worthy
Am I?


Copyright, Cynthia

shiny metal
crimson crust
riddled with my pain and lust
makes no sense inside my head
it all comes clear
when i see red
sick and twisted craving filled
trwisted web of lies I build
daylight and it all seems well
come night that all is shot to hell


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