I want to cry,
To tear my mask and all the lies
I'm tired of cutting my wrist and my thighs
Is this the way your supposed to reply?
My skin has gotten pale
Eyes darkened a shade
My hair is weak
Nothing I can do about it
I dont care if this poem didnt rhyme
Know this is all a lie
Everything you saw happy about me
Everything I say to pass
-my last year
YOU ARE READING
Some Pretty Mistakes | ✓
Poetry[Disconnected]® #120, 1 July 2017 #117, 2 July 2017 #107, 3 July 2017 #88, 5 July 2017 #85, 5 July 2017 #52, 9 July 2017 #43, 11 July 2017
