I'm so sick of looking
in the mirror and seeing myself
I want to pretty just for once
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...
I'm so sick
I'm so sick of looking
in the mirror and seeing myself
I want to pretty just for once
