what makes you a poet..?
i almost hope some people
can get diabetic living their ****** lives and that i can just stop tasting mine.. too bitter.
i'm sorry i don't see the humour in life
sorry can't laugh stupidly about everything with you all you'll get from me is synthetic smiles all you'll get from me is forced chuckles and condescending nods because really....... i never get the joke
i have to admit
i'm pretty unimpressed with life so far don't ask me how today's going i'm not even looking forward to tomorrow
nothing new here..
i'll cut my hair
and mark my lips with blood am I beautiful yet? i'll grow my hair i'll bleed I swear am I beautiful yet? my nails are long enough to cut scars deep enough for these diamonds and I don't get diamonds i'm not beautiful and god I hate my hair.. can't i just have nice hair.... to hide behind
sometimes i'm scared
to look at myself in the mirror what if i'm...
but it makes me so happy.. i hate this side of me.
sorry i don't feel sorry for you