"Dead girl walking" the boys say in the hall.
"Tell us your secret" the girls whispers, one toilet to another
I am that girl.
I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
I am the bones they want wired on a porcelain frame.
YOU ARE READING
❤️Deppression/self harm/anorexia post.❤️
RandomQuotes that may help. Stay strong. /if anyone needs someone to talk too or just have a rant feel free to DM me
