for once, i just wish you saw what other people can see when they look at you; a person who is beautiful and worth it. a smart and capable girl. a human being who can feel. someone. someone.
but i know you would never believe that.
trust me, i'm sure.
because when your tear-stained brown eyes look back at me through the mirror, it's always full of despair. full of fucking resentment.
as if you're angry at me for even thinking about it.
YOU ARE READING
GUTTER
Poetrya kaleidoscope of emotions and musings, or just the dark void in my head. it depends. handle with care.
