Poems from chillbabe
Can someone truly be defined?
the way that a body curves that can make a woman who she is.
but growing up I never felt that.
I knew I was...
they make you feel good and happy
have no care in the world or a single fuck
cause who cares
your high
happy and carefree
laughing...
Ha. A simple tear rolls down my cheek.
yet theres no reason for it
im just sensitive i whisper
but they wont really understand the pain...
THEY are not a girl or boy but
an alien from the far away glaxies
THEY do not dress in a way to please others
but to please...
Its Sunday
and i want to die
cut till i bleed too much
take too many pills till i OD
drink till i pass out
Its Monday.
sweater helps...