No... I haven't changed
I'm still
That girl who cut her wrist
I'm the one who brought me down
Never showed my true feelings
I'm still the girl who liked the blood dripping from her wrist
When you took my razors I still wanted to cut My wrist
No I don't want you to see I'll cut my hips Thighs And all the places you can't see...
Because I'm still the girl who cut her wrist
That's all for now thanks and goodbye beautifully cruel world.
Wrote in 2016
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My Truth
Документальная прозаWhen I was 13 & 14 I wanted to Die When I was 15 I was Numb When I was 16 I felt Broken When I was 17 everything was out of reach When I was 18 I learned to move on When I was 19 I had to let go When I was 20 I finally felt free As A 21 year old I...
