I asked the voices,
Why do you want me to die?
They didn't reply to my question.
My skin decided to bleed out the answers,
Pointing out every flaw on my ugly skin,
Leaving more scars on my body.
I hate myself even more than before.
For each slightly discolored line reminds me of a time that
Being strong wasn't an option,
And being weak was the only one left
· Sun Jun 16, 2013 @ 03:20am · 0 Comments