I prayed to be like all the pretty girls
Skinny, long soft hair, clear skin
My prayers were never answered
I skipped meals
Made myself feel dead
The apples I ate turned into juice
I blew it all into the bowl
I lost so much weight
I took pills like candy
I smoked so much my fingertips were stained
The people around me drained my soul
Leaving me empty and alone
My body was destroyed by how I was living
Yet my soul lives on in the hearts of others living like me
YOU ARE READING
nomadic point of madness
Poetrypoems I don't know I just write whatever the fuck comes to my mind when I'm going through shit. I do take insperation from songs sooooooooooooooo. most of these are about my life sooooo hopefully some make sense
