You don't know me

[suckxmyxnuts]

I am sitting in my room. But you don’t know it. I am writing my angst adolescent poetry. And you don’t know it. There are salty tears running along my cheek. And you’ll never know it. I go into this comatose state. And no one knows it. I grab the razor from my drawer. And I don’t know it. Something is going on. What is happening? I bet you don’t

Comments

[holycannoli8]

Cutting isn't worth it, we both know it.

[suckxmyxnuts]

Indeed.