No one would notice if I turned off my phone for weeks.
If I disappeared. I am not an integral part of any ones life.
You can see it on me can’t you. That scar I always thought was hidden
But no, you’ve seen it all along. Its all over my skin, my face in my eyes.
When my right hand twitches, you all back away.
I was fine until you got too close and now silence and empty rooms
Hours of driving around.
No one will love you. Can you love your self enough to stay alive?
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