White Walls

mentally

I was chewing gum in class continuesly cause I wanted this digusting taste in my mouth to disappear.

Funny how food tastes good when you eat it but becomes suddenly so disgusting once you swallow it and throw it out of your body again.

My mom used to tell me how sweet I was, and that she wanted to eat me, whenever she tickled me. But surely sweet was not how I tasted inside.

And I didn't want to smell like the vomit, cause I knew he would beat me for it.

My best friend, my only one, would beat me, whenever I was smelling like that, not like bad shit beating up but surely it hurt more mentally.

Funny how he never hesitated to stop me, but couldn't even get his own life together.

I could feel the pain he felt whenever he lit up another cigarette, just to slowly kill himself