I really hated my skin
Not because of its color
Neither was it for its complexion
But it was supposed to make me feel
On the contrary, it wasn’t my skin that feel
But my heart, that feels like it was going to peel
The one that aches whenever i tried
The one that break whenever i cried
As I tried hurting myself physically
It wasn’t my skin that is malfunctioning
It was my heart, that not only does beating
But also destroys me mentally
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
I really hated my skin
Not because of its color
Neither was it for its complexion
But it was supposed to make me feel
On the contrary, it wasn’t my skin that feel
But my heart, that feels like it was going to peel
The one that aches whenever i tried
The one that break whenever i cried
As I tried hurting myself physically
It wasn’t my skin that is malfunctioning
It was my heart, that not only does beating
But also destroys me mentally
