dirt

dirt

dirt

DIRTY boy

filthy and wasteful
sitting in your grime

you call this a home?

don’t speak to me again

DO NOT SPEAK TO ME

you smell like depression, dirty boy
no wash could clean your filth

there is no one left who could love

/ THIS /

do you speak, unwanted child?

straighten your back if you want to be                                                         SEEN

disaster

disaster

dis ass t uh

you were born a disaster

a mess ,                                               a waste

accidental boy

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