
Tag: Alexois Dubeltaire
his hands are stained red
and he cries out in his sleep
don’t you forget
what i’ve been
—t h r o u g h—
and y e t, i’m still
s t a n d i n g
piss me off,
and you shall see
the MONSTER
deep inside of me.
you’ll regret CROSSING me when your blood stains my hands.
ι нave a voιce ιn мy нead
conѕтanтly тellιng мe
ι’м noт good enoυgн
icametoplaylacrossemoved-blog:
the thing about a b r o k e n
boy is that he’ll never ask for
help, never tell you what he
needs. never reach out. he’s
been broken too many times.
r e j e c t e d by too many people.

