Molly Writing

She likes kissing girls He enjoys his cigarettes She didn’t keep the date-rape baby He doesn’t believe in God Their drink their ma..

Rain makes everyone a stranger; a bowed head won’t say hello due to the imminent danger of pretend, deceitful sorrow. The rain gave me a..

The air clung to my skin today Pulling at my arms and hair. The weight the air possessed was astounding; Its heaviness caught me by surprise. ..

Sweat drips From my fingertips A harsh ringing panic comes closer I am not strong enough! I cry and beat my hands against my head Trying to f..

Let forth the vicious dry-heaving, blood boiling up from the pit of your stomach and retch violently until nothing is left of you and you lay, a ..

Another one from a long time ago.

I find the ending to be weak.

Guess who feels worthless Wasted Wanton Unwanted I hate it. This feeling This place Why can’t I like being home? It sucks. Stupid..

I wrote this a loooong time ago.

Cut to the quick, swift flick of the wrist then, off it goes, bringing woe, wet sorrows. So small, the beating, so fragile, yet fleeting. Th..

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