[14] - monday's child.

「 sertraline dysfunction. 」

all american bitch, ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ, 00.40

but damn, do i look pretty when i cry,

eyes veiled as the moon against the sky.

mascara tears, black liner smudge,

under streetlights with half-melted hot fudge.

inside out turned off, memory graveyard,

my walls stand firm, i keep up my guard.

caged behind stoicism, thronged by cynicism 

i've said my prayers like a good little virgin.

four years thieved of teenage dreams;

i know more than you think i seem.