yaknow one day..
maybe
ill stop
maybe Ill get better
maybe ill want to wake up
..go to school
....live
maybe one day
I can be normal
I can be happy
and I wont cry
or cut
or ever feel unwanted or ugly
maybe one day
I can say..
I made it
DU LIEST GERADE
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )