I have a friend
she's really cute
She's kinda taller than I am
We sometimes act the same
But our personalities are a little different
We're both libra
She's funny
And quite the socialite...
But there is something that's getting her down and she doesn't want to tell me
She cut's even though at the moment she's trying to stop
She tells me I am beautiful when I'm in doubt...but when I tell her she's beautiful she says it's a lie
Once she cut herself in my presence and I couldn't help but cry
Why do the beautiful creatures always think their beauty is a lie??😿
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What's In My Head
CasualeJust the random thoughts of a depressed suicidal self harming individual
