A feeling many girls know all too well
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I never seen a crowd so far from meIt was always my suicidal thoughts enclosing me It was like my clothing Always on me
First of all you dont even know me.
I live so many different lives
That you can’t see inside
Of me anymore.
I am not a girl,
I am a woman,
I used to break door handles,
A habit my parents never cherished.
Someone would hide behind the door,
And I'd come chasing after them.
The slam of the door
The click of the lock,
I banished all my roses
At dawn of Valentine
They sunk in river with a sigh
Him. A three letter word that titles my biggest distraction.
My largest secret.
My most unfiltered thoughts.
I don't know how these feelings and excuses came to be titled Him,
