17 I'm 17. Irish. Gay girl. I have a lot of issues. Mentally and otherwise. This helps me deal with them in one way or another. 17 followers / 3.0k words
Nothing in the world is worth losing you So why am I risking this? The playful part of me isn't gone I don't know if it ever will be It wants something exciting And dangerous It's not worth losing you But I can't stop myself
Me not wanting to talk to you Does not mean I'm mad It means my limit for human contact Has been reached And I'm acting like an ******* So people will leave me in my misery
I love the winter The cold whether Perfect for long sleeves That hide my scars and freshness And the only evidence is when it seeps through So I buy a red jumper to hide it
I knew when I met you I shouldn't keep you Cause i need you so much I can't let you go Even if you'll be better off All I can do is watch The tears down my glasses And wish you were here to hold And forgive me