'are you okay?'
if your definition of okay is drowning in your own tears, scraping your nails down your face because you hate it, YOU HATE THE WAY YOU LOOK, if your definition of okay is ripped up sheets and screams because you hate yourself and if your definition of okay is bloody lips and lies spilling from them because you hate the truth,
then yeah, i'm okay.
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Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 2016