Maybe if I never speak of it, it’ll go away.
Maybe if I’m confident it’ll be as if I never hated myself just seconds ago.
Maybe just maybe my mind will rid this pain from my system.
If I say I’m better, I think I’ll start believing.
Love is just another four letter word I want to feel from someone else besides my friends and family.
Beauty is something I possess but sometimes it feels so far away.
My soul may be light but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t kissed darkness and flirted with death.
I’m only a teenager. Happiness is always when you’re young right.
I’m just an easy piece of cake. That’s the only love I can get right.
The only love I need right?
Thrust between my thighs and tell me how lovely it feels.
Love outside of this room is too much to ask for me- I’ll just stuff my face.
My own motivation, my own destruction
I can only hope that I never end up alone because I’m just another calloused spirit spit out by society, begging for
Someone to notice how I stare at this
Cracked reflection
But who could know when I’m too good at not caring about me. Good at pushing people away and not answering the damn phone. I care. But that smile can toy with you.