I write poems, |
I'm a mistake,
When I was born...
Why can't I be pretty?
I wouldn't have to be this thing again...
I'll carve every single word,
You yelled at me into me arm...
You all call me a freak,
Can you not see that...
Today I am happy,
I wonder why...
I'm living in [.s.i.n.] with a safety [.p.i.n.] |
S- Slit my wrists. |
If I died infront of you, |