Her hands were cold
She didn't fit the mold
"You're different" they'd say
Make the voices go away
She wants him to come back
She's having a panic attack
She wants to be skinny
She wants to be cute
Sometimes she feels like she's on mute
These words in her head
She wishes she were dead
On the outside, she's jokin'
On the inside, she's broken
My hands are cold
I don't fit the mold
"You're different" they say
Make the voices go away
I want him to come back
I'm having a panic attack
I want to be skinny
I want to be cute
Sometimes I feel like I'm on mute
These words in my head
I wish I was dead
On the outside, I'm jokin'
On the inside, I'm broken
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts on paper- poetry collection
PoetryJust a little collection of all the poetry i've written :)
