 | Whats wrong with me?
I can no longer breathe.
This darkness has taken over me.
I can no longer find one thing thats right with me.
Surely it cannot be the cold refreshing blade of the razor?
Nor the relief of puking up her last meal?
The failed relationship she cant seem to get out of?
The music blasted to block out their insane screams?
But of course you would not know by looking at her.
the regular old girl next door.
No way has she lived such a wretched life.
But then again,
You can never judge a book by its cover,
Its never just right.
So she covers the scars,
physical and emotional.
Plasters on a smile,
and its as if it never ever happened.
and it wont ever again
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