No matter how long I stare the
mirror seems craked.
But when I walk away
The cracks seem to stay...
On my body they lay.
Spreading scars each and every day.
My mirror is not broken,
but my body's surely cut.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
No matter how long I stare the
mirror seems craked.
But when I walk away
The cracks seem to stay...
On my body they lay.
Spreading scars each and every day.
My mirror is not broken,
but my body's surely cut.
