i was so bored during chem.
i went around writing rubbish.
about suicide.

it still hurts when i remember that you dont trust me.
knowing that wow, im screwing another friendship.
the same way i do with every other one.

do those scars mean that much?
arent they just scars after all?
and freaking tiny ones at that.

i still remember the look you gave me.
and the words that cut like shit.
especially when you said you were disappointed.
7:00 PM
|