I can't go on like this anymore.
I can't handle lying to you anymore.
I can't stand looking in the mirror and seeing a dissapointment
And a ugly girl.
I can't believe what I do to myself behind locked doors with blades.
I cat stand faking a smile
And saying I'm fine.
I give up.
I'm sorry.
Don't give your pity or anything.
Don't say things at my funeral
That you wouldn't say to me.
Just forget me.
Please.
It's for the best...
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
