I've got words to say that i never do The ends of my sweater i tend to pull forward, just enough so they hide my tiny wrists and fragile...

trying to fill the void, with the same songs on repeat, the dust on my shelves, like rust on my messed up self. i broke my phone, again,...

i'm afraid i'll never fit into the framed silhoutte of the false paragons you desire i'm so fucked in the head can't you see i'm not her,...