pullin skin
like a burn victim
cuz the pain
makes it real
but the aftermath
is like
looking for the
next cruel
twist in
a
book
that
you wrote
with your
vanity.
never enough,
feed your face,
when their is
dinner at the
table
some of us starve
but have another
helping
cuz that’s what you need
your addiction
is hungry
forget the
happiness
for a split
second
and throw it away
again.
it ain’t
love your seekin
it’s an addiction
your feedin
better plant
some trees
cuz the foundation
be breakin
crumblin
all around ya.
