That day you left a knife in my chest
Now there's a blade twisting in me
Carving a space where you used to be
And I don't think that we should speak
AgainI scratch my head until it bleeds
I scratch my head until it bleedsI don't know why
This is happening to me
I don't know how
To explain these thingsI don't know what
Is happening to me
I don't know how
To talk to youSure look, sure listen
You do it to yourself
Sure look, sure listen
You know yourself
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl