Poems from almostsarah
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, who is she
Is that me? I wish it wouldn't be
That hand, that hair, that voice, that name
That - that what happened I...
i wanna lose five pounds
i wanna leave this place
i wanna different face
i really need some air
i never wanna care
i wanna lose five...
This bag of bones never fits right
This skin they're in too big, too tight
And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites
And the shape of...