I hate this feelings
Like I'm here, but I'm not
Like someone cares
But the don't .
Like I belongs somewhere
Else, anywhere but here .
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...
