• aishajilani 5w

    No one likes me, i might aswell vanish,
    i write stories, i write them on my arm,
    Only i can read them, but the Doctor calls it self harm,
    When i bleed he tells me to put on a plaster, But i'm depressed inside,
    There is no bandage for this internal disaster,
    But it's alright mom, i found a cure, i'm not alone,
    The calling has come,
    The God's calling me Home...