Everyday, I sit and wait.
For you to come out and call my name.
Shouting out from what I could hear.
Everything starts to become clear in the mirror
I close my eyes just to open them and see how imperfect a person could be.
Too fat
Too skanky
Too dumb
Too chubby
Too everything that comes along with me.
Then I wake up to see
My wrists bloody and my mind needy
Tears roll down my face.
While trying to brace with the plain fact.
That I am me.
YOU ARE READING
✨thoughts✨
RandomThe poems I write.. Some rants too. (if you are easily triggered, I strongly advise you not to read this)
