Every one of my toes are blistered, my nails digging into my skin
Bruises darken my thighs, my knees, and my shins
My neck is so stiff it hurts to move
My shirt starts clinging to my skin with ever groove
But it’s still never enough.
i love when strangers smile at me and i smile back and we have that nice stranger smiling moment
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.