Im a stitch away from making it,
and a scar away from falling apart,
I fell apart,
the abrassions on my wrists,
where scratched over these lyrics,
they sting,
my skin is raw from the recent intursions,
no blood,
just raw skin,
they feel weird under my tear soaked sleave,
and as my social studies teacher droned on,
she practicly watched me do it,
but she did nothing,
but hand me a worksheet and walk away,
they are only scratches because im too scared,
to scared to make myself bleed,
I hate myself,
I hate my body,
I hate the school system,
all i have now,
are the killjoys.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
