openwounds

We went to meet her
Not for me but for a friend
who is tired of being alone
She ends up beatiful
more than i could expect
and maybe they hit it off.
on the ride home
they talked about how he's insecure
how he's tired of being alone
meanwhile i'm in the backseat
never once relating
i must be a champion
a master of deceit
for no one to notice
i'm worse than he'll ever be
more ink to cover my body
and alcohol to kill the shame
none of my friends picking up
how bad I really am.