hands
holding dents from pushing my nails into them
a bit too hard
arms
scarred from running the blade across the surface
legs
bruised with the phone that everyone says you're addicted to
but don't know why
two parallel yellow lines
running to the horizon
with a lost girl in between
when you sit in the road you can picture cars coming
imagining they might actually come towards you
but when they do all they do is move away from you
and you stand there wondering as they drive by
why can't they just hit you?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoesíaJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
