What makes you think I feel no pain.
Those lies you tell others.
What is your aim?
I’m here sitting clutching the knife.
Holding it closer to my chest.
Wishing for a different life.
I smile and laugh.
Jump and skip.
But you’ve never seen my other half.
Think about what you did to me.
Over again.
I feel weak at the knee.
You did this.
I hope you know one day.
But ignorance is bliss.
-Forever and always
Skye
(p.s please dont steal. i made this)