Poems from lizzhosanna
you hate things about yourself you don’t like photos you feel weak and unloved and uncared for But i promise you, I care.
careless yet care ridden your lips dripping with honey so sweet you’re rotten to the core me, innocent innocence
Of you, of him, of every boy. Who can i trust? Who won’t break me. I can’t even trust myself, for I find i become the very thing I am so...