She's faking it.
She cut her wrists for
the sake of it.
She says her insanity's
Natural, but she's making it.
I can't believe I still
See her when I wake.
YOU ARE READING
Plain Jane
PoetryWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
Geo Ada #2
She's faking it.
She cut her wrists for
the sake of it.
She says her insanity's
Natural, but she's making it.
I can't believe I still
See her when I wake.
