That moment when you realize:Only knives, scissors, blades, ropes, pills,
for some, secret glasses of alcohol are your friends.
And your best friend is the voice inside your head that only you can see.
(excuse the language IF øffensed but it's a quote)...
who the f*** needs a social life?!? I have the voices inside my head to keep me sane.
YOU ARE READING
Am I normal?
PoetryHey! Cait here and I decided to write some poems, most of them are what I know from memory; then there's the one I think I made or found but can't remember.
