Why Can't They Let Me Do It...
By ♥ Leah ☺ •
I do my best to make the cuts
Where nobody can see
But I haven’t mastered that yet,
Because I’m just stupid me.
If only they would leave me,
To make these marks alone,
This isn’t where I belong,
I cannot call it my home.
I wish that they could let me be,
And let these salty things seep,
And let me do what I want to do.
And cut the cut too deep.