Long sleeves I pull down,
You don't know what I do when nobody's around.
Braclets thickly covering my wrist.
Cuts seep through, bruises, slits.
Blinking wildly, stop my cry.
Shed a tear I want to die.
Plastered smile painted on.
Because I know it won't be long.
Head bowed low, fringe in face.
Don't look at me I'm one of gods mistakes.
Hood up, earphones in.
Can antisocialness be a sin?
Small cover ups we all do.
To hide pain taking over you.
Consuming your body, soul and mind.
All because you want to die.
YOU ARE READING
she paints a pretty picture
РазноеThis is my first book so sorry if it's bad, these are just some poems I've been working on. There might be some quotes, songs or thoughts/experiences in there too. Remember stay strong, you are not alone~† - Cassie (instagram cassieesposito)
