and when i look into the mirror that's what i tell myself
that i'm fine
it's just a scratch
you just look ugly today
you'll look better tomorrow
he only stopped replying because there's nothing else to respond with
no, he didn't leave you because he hates you he left because he had other things to do and other people to talk to so kayla,
he's just distracted
i promise
except i know the difference between a lie and the truth
and everytime i'm told i'm ugly it hits me harder than when i'm called beautiful
and everytime he forgets to text back i know it's not him forgetting
i know there's other girls
and i know it's not just a scratch it's just something that i've started doing once again and you'd think after last time i'd stop but i'm so tired and weary and done and broken and i'm not fine because every day i wake up and i just want to die and it's not
just some romance it's a build up of things that i can't contain but i'm having to
and it's nice to write about and everything but eventually even that becomes too much and i get to the point where if i decided to send this link out i'd be fine but it's not fine it'll never be fine because i've confessed too much and i'm not going through that just to look stupid
so i'm fine.
and i'll continue to be fine until i can't be anymore
but it's just hard when i remind myself of all the faces that've done me wrong
it's not a cry for help
it's just that i'm fine
with being able to write about it
