Hey I just wanted to let you know I've had something on my mind lately Can I trust you? Will you understand? They said it was a phase Just a cloud in the night sky I don't think it is Should I talk to someone You of all people I think I should trust But if you don't understand I might turn into dust I just took a quiz It made me feel akward To mark down one opposed to the other I want to be the other thing Please don't hesitate to ask If I'm feeling okay Because the answer is no I'm a perfect disarray Just draken my eyes Slap some blood on my lips She might look a little different She is the same inside If you don't understand It will ruin my life
i apologize for all the things i never said anything for all the times i didn't speak up for all the times i let you make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin for all the times i let you make me feel guilty for all the times i let you get away it for all the times i let you win for all the times i let you make me cry at 2am
i apologize for never telling you that you were ruining everything about me that you made me hate myself and that this hate continues to run through my veins for you and for me and everything that slipped through the cracks in between as you broke me
The back of my eyes feel wet, And the hot-cocoa after sledding, Warmth in my chest wouldn't go away, My head feels magnetized to my stomach, With my nose pulling my head downward.
My hair irritates my skull, As the clammy underside of my skin, Grips who i am, My very essence, In a fishy death hold that refuses to, Let me transcend those feet, And feel the warm, Grass, And magenta crimson skyline, Of a distant plane.
scars on her body. skin isn't clear, stretch marks, discoloring, roaming eyes, they peer, it's not perfect. still, she covers up, layers of clothes, to hide away the imperfections that many other girls show off in mid-sections.
black veils black everything, so they won't know. years of years of self inflicted damage don't worry sweetie cover it up with a bow.
As a women, learning to value, care, and love yourself, is a must!
when things seem too good to be true life screams, "don't get too comfortable," at me it echoes i'm reminded again and again an endless loop you can never get too comfortable. the screams of life get quieter here and there but they're always there reminding you when you need to hear it, "don't get too comfortable."