if only you could ever know what you've done to me
ink stained my skin from where i wrote hate letters to myself
scars line my skin from where i tried to cut out everything i hated about myself
fat clings on my bones for dear life because i tried to starve it off
pain still flows along with my blood, traveling from my mind to my heart
if only it could leave with all the blood i tried to lose
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
if only you could ever know what you've done to me
ink stained my skin from where i wrote hate letters to myself
scars line my skin from where i tried to cut out everything i hated about myself
fat clings on my bones for dear life because i tried to starve it off
pain still flows along with my blood, traveling from my mind to my heart
if only it could leave with all the blood i tried to lose
