deviant-woman

i cant do this anymore i'm pretending that i'm fine when the smallest thing can make me cry not that you've ever seen it i mean who notices the wierd girl in the corner but then i guess you never knew there was a corner or a girl who just needed someone to take her far way from this life for an hour at a time not even an hour just a minute or a second but no one spared me a glance or noticed when there wasn't a girl in the corner but you all noticed the drops of blood leading out the door how strange you notice the little things but ignore the person who made them i wish you could understand but you dont you dont understand why