the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable
yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable
yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret