nicotine; poetry [READ DESCRIPTION]

playing with razors

playing with razors

she plays with razors and traces her scars

she counts her flaws like she counts stars

you would think you know her

but you don't know that

everyday her thoughts get darker

her heart is slowly sinking

her mind is tired of thinking

she wants to be anywhere but in this world

because to everyone she's just another sad girl

no one ever understood

they just assumed she wasn't in the mood

no one catches her tears at night

no one holds her and says that it'll be alright

she was alone like the moon

she said one day it will all be over soon