mostly i think about the old me innocent me and how nice it was to be free of sin but now my hands are no longer clean and my body no longer pure ironically i never wish to be that girl i only think about her opinion and how she would react if she was existent if she could be here and see see my scars see the drugs see the old me gone i believe she would be disappointed
the confessions of a sleep deprived teenager in the form of poetic justice which shall never be served