just sitting around in my anxiety
You know my name
Not my story
You see my smile
Not my pain
You notice my cuts
Not my scars
You can read my lips
Not my mind
Once upon a time there was a girl who just wanted to be pretty.
She starved herself,cut herself, and cried every night. She
prayed and prayed it would get better but it never
This girl had no happy ending. This girl was ME.