Poems from galexski
why do I feel the way I feel
why do I want to hurt myself
why do I feel that I’d be better dead
why do they hate me
why won’t they accept...
to the girl who clutches attention
like a boa constrictor claims its next meal
you do not get to tell me how to feel
you do not get to tell...
sometimes, I wish I was invisible
sometimes, I wish I could disappear forever
sometimes, I wish I could be told it’s all going to be okay...