As the lights in your eyes fade,
When your genuine and beautiful smiles become rare,
If your wrists are scarred and bloody,
I want you to know that you are not alone,
And that every part of you is beautiful and wonderful to me.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
Poezjahey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...
