I am a Girl of Many Secrets
Me, I haven’t inhabited a million places.
Every million miles, I don’t have to bend down and lace up my destroyed laces.
I figure, why try?
All I can do is cry.
I am a girl of many secrets.
I am a girl of many weaknesses.
I have my many quirks.
Nothing I do ever works.
This fake smile masks my pain so no one else can see.
No one else can see through me.
Behind these glossy, painless eyes, I have a mind filled with decadent thoughts.
Suicide and depression are all that is sought.
That urge, that craving.
For cutting, that’s what you are saving.
This painful sensation.
'Tis overruling the nation.
I may look okay while trying.
But inside I am crying.
I am a girl of many secrets.
I am a girl of many weaknesses.
Liked or faved by...
