I never had that many friends growing up
So I learned to be
Ok with just me
And I'll be fine on the outside
I like to eat in school by myself
anyway
So I'll just stay right here
And I'll be fine on the outside
So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died?
Would you remember my face?
So I left home, I packed up and l moved
far away
From my past one day
And I laugh
And I sound fine on the outside
Sometimes I feel lost
Sometimes I'm confused
Sometimes I find
that I am not alright
and I cry....
So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died?
Would you remember my face?
Fine on the outside🎶
Priscilla Ahn
ESTÁS LEYENDO
La melancólica muerte de mi alma
Non-FictionY yo me cubro, yo me envuelvo, me mezo en mi nostalgia preferida, me abrazo a la almohada y lloro, me avergüenzo de mi edad y no comprendo por qué, tan de repente, ya no soy una niña.. A. Pizarnik ☾
