I felt confused
as of why you didn't touch
my hand this morning
even though I felt so pretty
(you said I was so pretty)
and then when clock
turned to face the wall ticked 13:50
you let me leave.
Today
I really wanted to cry
but my throat felt like
I've been eating
sandpaper
and I couldn't
So I guess
I'm just standing
at the end of my world again
with no one
to hold my hand.
(You're beautiful) (No I'm not.)
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
I felt confused
as of why you didn't touch
my hand this morning
even though I felt so pretty
(you said I was so pretty)
and then when clock
turned to face the wall ticked 13:50
you let me leave.
Today
I really wanted to cry
but my throat felt like
I've been eating
sandpaper
and I couldn't
So I guess
I'm just standing
at the end of my world again
with no one
to hold my hand.
(You're beautiful) (No I'm not.)