who is she?
she stares back at me in the mirror
mascara running down her face
a permanent frown plastered over what used to smile
i don't know who this girl that i see is
it's like no matter what she does
no matter where she goes
there's no changing the fact that she'll cry in the bathroom
wishing someone will check on her
but tell them nothing when they do
a new start was what she needed
but what happens when it turns back to where she was
feeling empty
alone
sad
death may still not be the answer
but how many times can one person start over
without leaving this life completely
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
You wouldn't care if i explained
ŞiirJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
