Bitter Woman
I’m trying to change
They say I have to.
Complaints complaints
I’m afraid of the day
That I gain strength
And a bitter woman
With her bitter words
Wont be much entertainment
In this bitter world.
A detachment Is drastic.
Queen of open caskets ..
What will the others bask in?
Theres nothing more
Than relating to underachievers
them Grievers ..
The ones that Cant think straight
Cerebrals been bleeding.
The broke and broken
Broke and choking
Put depression
In a bowl
And bury their lungs along with their lows
And everything else that’s
Linen and wool …
I need them .
–Cam ie

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