My Back An open, bleeding canvas for everyone's collab, For if I dare to call them"friend", they'll end us with a stab. Etched in my skin betrayal, broken trust and shattered dreams, Each scar sewn up for next time before ripping at the seams. They lie and say they love me, they lie and say they care, But on this path of "BY MYSELF", these scars are mine to bear.

What You Say You say you'll reply to all my texts. You say you won't bash my religion. You say you respect me. You say I look fine. You say you were "busy" so you couldn't talk to me. I know they're all lies but you're still my best friend.

Bored. I'm bored as heck, no one will text me While I have a conversation in Spanish with a friend I look around and my tummy growls But dinner's not for a while The telly is annoying me as I sit by the fire I have nothing to do. (( Lol why did I even write this XD ))