I want my life to be normals fun
Like the "old days "
I want to be a happy and joyful kid
Now I am depressed and sick of me .
I want the life I had to be stick with me.
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...
