May 21, 2016: no title Why do I continue to let you torture me, As if I'm nothing to you? Is that what I am to you, nothing? Just another thing to fill your empty soul with? Without me, you're nothing A lot of things you do aren't fair But I let it to go because I care Stomachs in knots Mind is racing Thoughts are polluting Heart is crying Eyes are worried Body is being left in the dark










