something people can't actually understand
things that make us different
a scar on our wrists
a bottle of liquor in our bag
a fake smile through the day
a chaotic mind
or a poem burried in an old school book
a song full of meaning
things that hurt us just so we can feel
again

I don't want you to know me anymore
forget about my existence
I don't want to see you anymore
in the places our friends go
I don't want you to know anything
about me anymore
I don't want you to read my poems
and smile because half of them
are for you
Don't listen to my music
the music we used to listen to together
We used to live our lives together
and now we just leave
from different roads every night

sitting in the corner
of my bathroom floor
under the sink.
small tears of red paint
are dripping next to me
is it my hand
or is it my red lipstick
that melt in the sun
no one will ever know
neither will I.
I clean the red floor
with a velvet towel
cover my drawn wrists
and wear my sadness
upside down.

you have to learn how to steal
the words from their mouths
the words that express their love
about you
because they'll never learn
how to make them
come out of their lips
all alone