You're Needles of Lies
Briana Alexis Williams
Drug me up,
and make me listen
to all the pathetic things you have to say.
Inject me with your lies,
and watch me overdose from the pain.
I close my eyes,
and think about all those other times
you poked me with that needle.
I feel the rush, no blood flowing through my veins
just the ache of my pain,
and your lies combined.
My skin;
my skin is being punctured by that same needle,
over and over again.
Look at me now Daddy,
now look at what you're lied have done to me.
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