Plasterd on fake smile,
Acting like her life is woth while
Cut thighs, self hate
no one knows the last time she ate
she tears her skin and feels the blood start to pour
now she's walking threw heavens doors
ITS OLD AND SHORT AND CRAPPY BUT WHATEVER
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
