Look, I get it you have a life, you get busy and tired but sometimes I just really need to talk to someone I love. Sometimes whether you respond to me or not determines the number of scars I have. Sometimes your words can break me and I'm sorry if I'm a clingy baby. I just really need someone I can trust, I need someone I know won't judge my scars. I guess there's no one like that in my life any more. You let me down and now instead of talking I'm cutting.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
