piddily little
squirmy little
bugsies
they crawl right in
they crawl right out
bugsies
the words she says
that rot your mind
bugsies
the pain that mother
feels inside
bugsies
the white joy in
her father's smack
bugsies
the pleasure felt
at the whips crack
bugsies
piddily little
squirmy little
bugsies
they are the tools
to make the fools
that keep on begging for
more bugsies
About Me
- Z
- I am a woman, sister, friend, daughter, writer, reader, dreamer, and warrior. I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, and have recently tried to analyze myself in that light. I am trying to live a better life while realizing what I must overcome to get there. I am Bipolar Type 2, and I am fully medicated.
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