Poems from Allizoom
Overthinking. I overthink the small things.Gosh he might think I’m ugly.
Or he could find someone prettier or way better than me now.
Oh...
She looks at her self in the mirror.
The pain in her heart is like no other
in the world. She looks at the imperfections
in her self.
“...
I feel Jagged lines on my arms.
My brain fills with the painful memory as I relive my worst pain.
I break down and cry.
I struggle of...