the scars on my wrist
keep increasing
look normal in public
inside i'm ruined
i'm breaking too hard i can't believe it
am i really the person i used to be
the bright cheery popular girl
broken inside
i dreamed a happy ending
now i just want a quick one
i can feel it inside of me
slowing down
ceasing to burn
and i don't want to stay here anymore
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
the scars on my wrist
keep increasing
look normal in public
inside i'm ruined
i'm breaking too hard i can't believe it
am i really the person i used to be
the bright cheery popular girl
broken inside
i dreamed a happy ending
now i just want a quick one
i can feel it inside of me
slowing down
ceasing to burn
and i don't want to stay here anymore
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