Damaged Goods

Damaged Goods

I try again and again
It’s still not good enough.
My chest aches and aches
Holy shit the stress is rough.

I think and think
Of what I could do
My brain hurts and hurts
I must still not be good enough for you.

I taste and taste
The disgust feeling on my tongue
I laugh and laugh
Back then, your neck would have been wrung.

I cry and cry
Under the protection of my hood
Oh well, what the hell
I’m just a pile of damaged goods.

Jennifer Rolph🖤


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