My bones are dry out of
Fake smiles.
I have nothing left
To give.
You really have nothing to lose when you are
Nothing yourself.
A deep rooted pain in my chest grows from all the times
Nobody cared
If I was okay. Please tell me one more time, "It's just
A phase."
Please tell me that I will grow out
Of it.
Are my scar kissed wrists not
Proof enough.
I'm not
Okay.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
My bones are dry out of
Fake smiles.
I have nothing left
To give.
You really have nothing to lose when you are
Nothing yourself.
A deep rooted pain in my chest grows from all the times
Nobody cared
If I was okay. Please tell me one more time, "It's just
A phase."
Please tell me that I will grow out
Of it.
Are my scar kissed wrists not
Proof enough.
I'm not
Okay.
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