My wrists, my thighs, my hips is where they hide
I said I stopped, but I lied
They won't go away
Oh the terrible memories they replay
When I see them I cry
I fear one day someone will see
I keep asking myself why I even try
But hiding your pain, and smiling
Now that's the key
YOU ARE READING
Those 1 am Thoughts You Thought No One Else Had
PoetryTerrible, no good poems that you might relate to💁 Idk, sorry if you don't like them. I wish the best for you stranger💜 (Continuing)
