The Morning After
By: Johnny Giovanni Righini

The Morning After
Will you still know my name?
or have i been a victum
to your fuck n run game.

The Morning After
Will you still mean those pretty things you said?
or were those just your cheap lines
to get this boy in bed.

The Morning After
Will you still be by my side?
or will i wake up alone
with heartbeats that have slowly died

Fuck your morning after.
I attempt to wash my skin, in dirty bath water
A mixture of dirt, cum and lost sanity
Because last night YOU fucked me
and i allowed you to
weither i wanted it or not
I was seeking satisfaction
but not the kind you think.

I fuck you with the lights off
because i don't want to see
horrible images of my past
that make me hate myself.
Memories - fucking memories
ones i thought were gone forever

One naive little child
and what you did to me
and how i grew up thinking
and what i grew up believing ...
I'm ugly, disgusting and worthless

OF:
You

OF:
Life

OF:
My own fucking self!

I had to reclaim the soul i lost
to get over every-one of you
but then i go and write shit like this
Consider it personal healing?
so i ask myself...
What getting over something really is?
and have no answer.