You didn't know how I felt
You didn't know how I
Actually cared for you
But , you didn't care for me
I don't know what makes me happy
Anymore.
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
