pomes

The worst scars are the ones on your wrist. She smiles and laugh's but deep down inside she is sad and in pain. Call me a slut call me a whore and people say I didn't call you ask did you call me that and they say no but they really called you a slut and a whore. His smile his laugh his happiness his sadness and he is my everything... Silly little girl don't fool your self they've seen your scars just don't want to help. Little do they know how much could change with three little word "are you okay", She hurts she cries but you cant see the depression in her eyes because she just smiles... So I lie in darkness, words buzzin in my head, buzzin in my head thoughts of emotiness and death buzzin in my head buzzin in my head buzzin in my head, I draw my final breath and now acid eating away my nerves, blackening them like ash. Death upon my face as humanity take it's place... Chaotic words screaming through my bones.