you don’t know how much it bothers me
when you look at me, displeased.
it makes me feel like i did something
wrong, something you didn’t like.
so i take all the things that i have
said and done
just to see if something will change
in your face expression.
i kill the things that i like the most
just for your validation.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
