Poems from maddiehatters
Tell me.
If it's all in my head...
Then why is it written all over my body?
Cuts on her hips.
Cuts on her thighs.
Eyes full of tears,
& a smile made of lies.
I wrote mistakes across my skin be hoped nobody would find them. But still I sinned and sinned and sinned and soon stopped trying to hide...
10pm:
She sits outside. Let's the rain fall down just to hide her tears and wash away pain and blood.
2am:
Nothing's changed. Accepting...
Writing is an escape
From the things I can't control.
Because my other method to cope
Truly gives no control at all.
My life is wild and...