We Flirt With Death Each Time We Enter A New Tally Mark Into Our Skin. And I Only Know How To Exist When I Am Wanted.
To me it's the truth...
To girls like me who....
-Don't Believe They're Beautiful Like The Other Girls.
-Who Cut Themselves Because Our Life Is Disastrous and Painful.
-Want To Bleed To Show Our Pain.
-Cry When No One's Around.
-Act Like We're Okay In Front Of Our Friends.
-Say "I'm Fine" When Someone Asks If We're Alright.
-Push People Away
But Most Importantly...
-WANT To Love Ourselves.
YOU ARE READING
melancholy ;; poems & shit
Randomsome poems from D and M <3 lyrics copy and pasted from azlyrics
