I forgot
How to live
How to love
How to laugh
How to feel
How to cry
How to genuinely smile
How to care
How my body used to look
Without the cuts and bruises
Without those awful scars
And I know I'm a nuisance
And you'd rather have me gone
(Don't worry I'd rather have me gone too)
But hell won't let me in
YOU ARE READING
Poison
PoetryWords are like poison All quotes and poems are mine unless mentioned otherwise