Six Years Ago

I never believed in goodness, I stopped believing in peoples bullshit because I knew better, I learned all my lessons in the worse possible way.

Yet, why did I trust him?

Why did I think he was different.

He is different, yeah really fucked up different, that is for sure.

So different I'm in this ditch with a dislocated shoulder or maybe it's broken.

My ribs on my left side under my naked bruised breast presses underneath the tissue of my ...