walkingmess
Questions
I constantly question who exactly I\'ve become, and why she always seems to fuck shit up
Can\'t ever seem to be loved and doesn\'t know sympathy
Living a never ending loop of a blind mind and misguided eyes
Not being able to see clearly or process things
I wander into the crevasses of my mind where I get chewed up inside and spit out into someone I despise
Something that I\'ll see in the mirror and not be able to recognize
Running my fingers over my skin no longer feels familiar, a cold rush of emptiness meets the tip of my hands
These chapped lips I always find my tongue over only got rougher
Saying things I never had the breathe to speak is something I just can\'t stomach
Questioning if I even deserve someone to cherish
Ending with why does she even exist