Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
notes app poetry for the sad girls
I'm made of fire and I'm watching it burn
oh but maybe, I was ready all along
all I wanna do is get high by the beach
dont let me be reminded of what I miss
violet, blue, green, red to keep me out, I win
Oh mother tell your children,
not to do what I have done.
come on everybody to the boarding school
cuz i’m pretty when i cry