Sometimes i wish as i look at my wrists and thighs...
That i could've found a better way out
But now im stuck with never fading scars
Burns made by lighters and steamed bars
No one ever heard my cries, cuz nothing ever came out
Just the tears that slowly fell, and the deep breaths took so that i wouldn't shout
Now i regret it all, but what has been done can never be undone
So now till this day, from age 12 to 15,
The sleeves and bracelets are what conceals my dark past.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a 15 year old
Non-FictionIve decided to share the things that go on in my mind, the thougthts, the dreams that i have all the time Ive decided to share the things that i say, because honestly, it helps, its like therapy! ^_^
