"fiingers" poems
Do I even matter anymore?
to anybody
I’ve been peoples firsts
and their last
First friend
first love
Last person to see
Last person to care about
Could they care less?
Nope
cuz theres nothing to care about
just a poor helpless girl
abused
depressed
suicidal
unwanted
unimportant
not needed
if only they knew
everything
but they don;t
cuz nobodys got time for that, right?
sitting here
writing this today
staring at my fiingers typing
scarred
stabbed
scratched
these hands don’t mean anything
hands of hers
abused
suicidal
why do i care so much
why me?
why am i so caring?
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC