it's two a.m.
and i'm sitting all alone in my room
thinking of ways to hurt myself
thinking of reasons i hate myself.
it's two a.m.
and you're fast asleep,
because i told you i was fine.
YOU ARE READING
punctuations.
Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
thirty-two
it's two a.m.
and i'm sitting all alone in my room
thinking of ways to hurt myself
thinking of reasons i hate myself.
it's two a.m.
and you're fast asleep,
because i told you i was fine.
