pull out chunks of my hair
put it back with super glue
quick before she sees
i wont tell her it was you
cut me into little pieces
but still i bring you into my arms
dont cry, it wasnt your fault
that you cut me so hard
now my hands are getting shaky
and my face is getting ugly
my body is still tasty
so i know that you still love me
VOUS LISEZ
Random Poetry
Poésie(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
