"andlet" poems
from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
from the start to finsh i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self -harmes :- "the emo"they call me i turn my name they act out head myfeelings of being alone i hide myself for a day joust whating to go home i sprawl on my bad with my razor in m hand and take my self away to much better land i stare in the mirror andlet my self cry looking for words to the day that i die . . .
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC