why do I try
in the end it comes back to this
back to the pain
back to the tears that can't fall
back to the razor on my wrist
back to the blood on my arm
back to the cuts I have to hide
back to the lies about being ok
back to the fake smiles
in the end it all comes back to this one question...
why do I try?
YOU ARE READING
just thoughts in our mind
Poetryjust being a good host like I'm supposed to shhhh new person means new level all damit
