I looked at a boy
admiring his beauty
his lips, his eyes, his nose, so beautiful
he looked down
and then in my eyes
I thought he was sharing love
but he asked if I still cut
he saw the scars on my ankles
it wasn't love but at least he cared, I thought
but then he said he didn't want to have anything to do with me
I was too ****** up, too broken
then he walked out the door
his beauty turned into hate
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
I looked at a boy
admiring his beauty
his lips, his eyes, his nose, so beautiful
he looked down
and then in my eyes
I thought he was sharing love
but he asked if I still cut
he saw the scars on my ankles
it wasn't love but at least he cared, I thought
but then he said he didn't want to have anything to do with me
I was too ****** up, too broken
then he walked out the door
his beauty turned into hate