Freie Texte
Love
Fuck that! Why? What the fuck did I do? Nothing nothing wrong! I’m not a bad person, although the hate I have for myself is unbearable, unexplainable. But it feels so right. What am I? Who am I why the fuck do or don’t I deserve something. What did I do wrong? Everything! Why am I nothing! Worth not a single penny! I can’t tell you otherwise. But fuck that. Fuck what I deserve. I feel as long as I am here. I love but I shouldn’t tell. I suffer but should keep it to myself. Don’t come on to ...
