The number of scars on my wrists
Started to match the number of names i was called.
I didn't care though, as long as I had bled enough
To please the voices in my head.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Someone. (I Hope You Read This.)
Poesíasometimes a child becomes too damaged to fix.
III. The Self Destruction V
The number of scars on my wrists
Started to match the number of names i was called.
I didn't care though, as long as I had bled enough
To please the voices in my head.
