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