poetry · 2:05am Dec 4th, 2015
cut my throat
open my veins
don't stop
till it is all in vain
crying for nothing
nothing from crying
don't worry now
we're all goodbye
it's not whether it's wrong or right it's what is wrong or right
cut my throat
open my veins
don't stop
till it is all in vain
crying for nothing
nothing from crying
don't worry now
we're all goodbye
And i am not off for a week so ignore the last blog.
I am not going to be on for a week.
any want to chat? just pm me
What does it mean to be worth something? What does it even mean to be worth?
I think no one should have the audacity to ever tell any one that they are not worthy or worth of something, anything. Because if you are not 'perfect' then you should not have mind to tell someone anything, and if you thing that you are 'perfect' instead of telling people their flaw and bringing they down, you should help them reach their full potential.
Your skin isn't paper, don't cut it
Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it
Your size isn't a book, don't judge it
Your life isn't a film, please don't end it