You say you love me
But do you even noticed the cuts on my wrist
The marks on my body
You never questioned it
Because you never loved, cared nothing
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...
