I slowly die inside
From all the times I've cried.
(I've cried for you)
You look at me
With your beautiful eyes
You look right through me
Like I was never alive
I'am invisible
I always will be to you
For some reason I knew
I would always be like
This to you
I wish you were missin' me
Like I was missin you
But no matter what I do
I am always dead to you.
-Dead 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...
