It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.
Go ahead, Call me gay, You have fun with that. Its not an insult to me. Why should it be? Its an obvious fact, Yeah I'm happy, And gay. Wait... Which gay were you talking about? Oh yeah, I'm that too.
I guess I was just crazy because I didn't have a problem with my wild brown hair, brown eyes, and brown skin. I didn't have a problem with who I was at all. I think what's worse than hating yourself is liking what you see in the mirror and wondering why no one else does.
Upheaval of the present Takes you back to nostalgia Fragments of memories Plays in your mind Incoherent thoughts edited A certain place in the past Where a part of you lived No matter how far you have come Nostalgia takes over It’s a romance with the past The vintage film in black n white Now plays, colored with imagination