what doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive
you aren’t delicate
or lovely
you aren’t romantically sad
or poetically brokenyou are just a sick little girl
with your head in the toilet
and scratches on your wrists
(Source: bambigoodwin, via summertime0sadness0)
